"Do you know any psychiatrists?"
We had passed the farm and were heading down the hill into town.
The cheese puffs were almost gone.
He had also purchased a candy bar
and was probably planning to eat it before we arrived home.
Mum would tell him to save it until after supper.
It was vacation. I didn't say anything.
We were lifelong fellow rebels against New England rules.

"Do you know any psychiatrists?"

I said our brother's name.
I used to think he was the only
Born Again Christian psychiatrist in the world,
but this turned out not to be true.



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