Part 61 (1/2)

”Bird likes him,” Ryan said.

”I can't commute by air with a cat and a bird.”

”I have a plan.”

I looked at Ryan.

”Live with me.”

”What?”

”Move in with me.”

I was in shock. The idea of cohabitation had never crossed my mind.

Did I want to live with Ryan?

Yes. No. I had no idea.

I tried to think of a suitable reply. ”Maybe” lacked a certain style, while ”No” seemed rather final.

Ryan didn't push.

”Plan B. Joint custody. When you're down South, Charlie bunks with me.”

I looked at the c.o.c.katiel.

He really was beautiful.

And Bird liked him.

I stuck out a hand. ”Agreed.”

Ryan and I shook.

”In the meantime, plan A remains on the table.”

Live with Ryan?

Maybe, I thought.

Just maybe.

That afternoon I decided to visit my office. I'd been there about an hour when my phone rang.

”Dr. Brennan?”

”Yes.”

”This is Pamela Lindahl. I'm the social services psychiatrist a.s.signed to a.s.sure that Tawny McGee receives appropriate a.s.sessment and care. Will you be in your office another forty-five minutes?”

”Yes.”

”I'd like to come by for a brief visit. Would you ask security to pa.s.s me through?”

”Certainly.”

As soon as the call concluded I wished I hadn't agreed. Though I recognized the importance of supplying all available information to the caregivers, I didn't feel up to recalling or recounting the depravity, the evil of what I had seen. I thought about phoning Dr. Lindahl back and telling her not to come, then gave in to a sense of duty, contacted security, and began a mental checklist of what I could tell the doctor.

Forty minutes later there was a knock on my door.

”Entrez.”

A small, dark-haired girl wearing a trench coat and a brown beret stepped into the room, followed by an older, hatless woman in wool. A moment of confusion, then recognition.

”h.e.l.lo, Tawny,” I said to the girl, coming around my desk and extending both hands.

Tawny shrank back slightly and did not raise her arms.

I clasped my hands in front of me and said, ”I'm very glad to see you. I wanted to thank you for saving my life.”

At first, no response, then, ”You saved my life.” More hesitation. Then, speaking slowly, ”I asked for this visit because I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to see that I am a person, not a creature in a cage.”

This time when I stepped toward her Tawny held her ground. I enveloped her in a hug and pressed the side of my head to hers. Feelings for Tawny and Katy and young women everywhere, adored or abused, overwhelmed me and I began to weep. Tawny did not cry, but she did not pull away.

I released her and stepped back, taking hold of her hands.

”I never thought of you as other than a person, Tawny, and neither do the people who are helping you now. And I'm sure your family is very anxious to have you back with them.”

She looked at me, dropped her hands to her sides, and stepped back.

”Good-bye, Dr. Brennan.” Her face was without expression, but there was a depth to her eyes that differed from the blank stare of earlier days.

”Good-bye, Tawny. I am so very happy you came.”

Dr. Lindahl smiled in my direction, and the two women exited.

I fell back into my chair, exhausted but uplifted.