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I didn’t have to wait long.
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Diomedes called me into his office after lunch. He looked up when I walked in but didn’t smile. “What is the matter with you?”
“With me?”
“Don’t play the idiot. You know who I had a call from this morning? Max Berenson. He says you contacted him twice and asked a lot of personal questions.”
“I asked him for some information about Alicia. He seemed fine with it.”
“Well, he’s not fine now. He’s calling it harassment.”
“Oh, come on—”
“The last thing we need is a lawyer making a fuss. Everything you do must be within the confines
of the unit, and under my supervision. Understood?”
I was angry, but I nodded. I stared at the floor like a sullen teenager.
Diomedes responded appropriately, giving me a paternal pat on the shoulder. “Theo. Let me give
you some advice. You’re going about this the wrong way. You’re asking questions, searching for clues, like it’s a detective story.” He laughed and shook his head. “You won’t get to it like that.”
“Get to what?”
“The truth. Remember Bion: ‘No memory—no desire.’ No agenda—as a therapist, your only goal is to be present and receptive to your feelings as you sit with her. That’s all you need to do. The rest will take care of itself.”
“I know. You’re right.”
“Yes, I am. And don’t let me hear you’ve been making any more visits to Alicia’s relations, understood?”
“You have my word.”