My Grandfather Was A Psychologist And I Found The Transcripts From A Session With His Most Twisted Patient

A: That’s the kicker. We drove two hours before the delivery van sputtered and took a shit, right there in the middle of these woods, with nothing but black, stormy sky around us. We sat there astonished. For once Vera had this look on her face like she made the biggest mistake of her life, and yet she remained so calm about the whole thing. She turned all calm and calculated toward the kids, and she told them that everything was going to be fine. Even I didn’t know if everything would be fine. That was just one of those situations where I had to take her word.

M: What were some of the steps you took to try to get out of that situation?

A: My survival instincts kicked in, of course. These were my kids. There was just something so eerie about those fucking woods. You have to understand, I’m not much of an outdoorsy type. My wife may know her way in and out of these things but that’s just not my forte in the least. And we were in these woods that were just familiar to her an hour prior, and now she turns to me and she goes, I- I don’t really know where we are anymore. And her voice was all shaky and… you’ve got to understand, that isn’t like my Vera. I decided to suck it up and play her little game of pretending everything was all right. I told her that we would be okay and that I was going to leave the vehicle to look for somebody to help us.

M: Couldn’t you just call somebody to help you?

A: My cell phone was completely dead and Vera didn’t have one. No charger… no nothing. I had no choice.

M: Where did you go?

At this point, Arthur’s expression turned dark and he shook his head. He lowered his eyes to the table and chewed steadily on the skin around his thumb finger, calculating the words he wanted to say. There was something written on his face that I just couldn’t quite read, or understand for that matter.

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