The Tulip Eaters
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“Georgia,” she whispers. “Why is this happening? What am I supposed to do?” She looks at her friend. Sadness is one emotion they mirror perfectly in one another’s eyes. Danielle feels the inevitable pressure at the back of her eyes and fiddles with the hem of her skirt. There’s a thread that won’t stay put.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” Georgia’s voice is a gentle spring rain. “There has to be a solution.”
Danielle clenches her hands as the tears come hard and fast. She glances at Max, but he is still asleep. Georgia pulls a handkerchief from her purse. Danielle wipes her eyes and returns it. Without warning, Georgia reaches over and pushes up the sleeve of Danielle’s blouse—all the way to the elbow. Danielle jerks her arm back, but Georgia grabs her wrist and pulls her arm toward her. Long, red slashes stretch from pulse to elbow.
“Don’t!” Danielle yanks her sleeve down, her voice a fierce whisper. “He didn’t mean it. It was just that one time—when I found his drugs.”
Georgia’s face is full of alarm. “This can’t go on—not for him and not for you.”
Danielle jerks back her arm and fumbles furiously with her cuff. The scarlet wounds are covered, but her secret is no longer safe. It is hers to know; hers to bear.
“Ms. Parkman?” The bland, smooth voice is straight from central casting. The short haircut and black glasses that frame Dr. Leonard’s boyish face are cookie-cutter perfect—a walking advertisement for the American Psychiatric Association.
Still panicked by Georgia’s discovery, she wills herself to appear normal. “Good morning, Doctor.”
He regards her carefully. “Would you like to come in?”
Danielle nods, hastily gathering her things. She feels hot crimson flush her face.
“Max?” asks Dr. Leonard.
Barely awake, Max shrugs. “Whatever.” He struggles to his feet and reluctantly follows Dr. Leonard down the hall.
Danielle flings a terrified glance at Georgia. She feels like a deer trapped in a barbed-wire fence, its slender leg about to snap.
“Don’t worry.” Georgia’s gaze is blue and true. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
She takes a deep breath and straightens. It is time to walk into the lion’s den.
* * *
Danielle files into the room after Max and Dr. Leonard. She takes in the sleek leather couch with a kilim pillow clipped to it and the obligatory box of tissues prominent on the stainless steel table. She walks to a chair and sits. She is dressed in one of her lawyer outfits. This is not where she wants to wear it.
Max sits in front of Dr. Leonard’s desk, his chair angled away from them. Danielle turns to Dr. Leonard and gives him a practiced smile. He smiles back and inclines his head. “Shall we begin?”
Danielle nods. Max is silent.
Dr. Leonard adjusts his glasses and glances at Max’s journal. Dense notes cover his yellow pad. He looks up and speaks in a soft voice. “Max?”
“Yeah?” His scowl speaks volumes.
“We need to discuss something very serious.”
Dr. Leonard takes a deep breath and fixes Max with his gaze. “Have you been having thoughts of suicide?”
Max starts and looks accusingly at Danielle. “I don’t know what in the hell you’re talking about.”
“Are you sure?” Leonard’s voice is gentle. “It’s safe here, Max. You can talk about it.”
“No way. I’m gone.” Just as he starts for the door, he catches a glimpse of the leather journal on the corner of Leonard’s desk. He freezes. His face a boiling claret, he whips around and shoots Danielle a look of pure hatred. “Goddammit! That’s none of your fucking business!”
Her heart feels as if it will burst. “Sweetheart, please let us help you! Killing yourself is not the answer, I promise you.” Danielle rises and tries to embrace him.
Max shoves her so hard that she slams her head against the wall and slides to the floor. “Max—no!” she cries. His eyes widen in alarm, and for a moment, he reaches out to her, but then lurches back; grabs the journal; and bolts out of the room. The slamming of the door splits the air.
Dr. Leonard rushes over to Danielle; helps her to her feet; and guides her gently to a chair. She shakes all over. Leonard then takes a seat and looks gravely at her over his glasses. “Danielle, has Max been violent at home?”
Danielle shakes her head too quickly. The scars on her arm seem to burn. “No.”
He sits quietly and then puts his notes into a blue folder. “Given Max’s clinical depression, suicidal ideations and volatility, we have to be realistic about his needs. He requires intensive treatment by the best the profession has to offer. My recommendation is that we act immediately.”
She tries not to let him see that her breathing has become irregular. Like an animal trapped in another’s lair, she has to be extremely careful about her reaction. “I’m not certain what that means.”
“I mentioned this option earlier, and now I’m afraid we have no choice.” His usually kind eyes are obsidian. “Max needs a complete psychiatric assessment—including his medication protocol.”
Danielle stares at the floor, a prism of tears clouding her eyes. “You mean...”
His voice floats up to her very softly, very slowly. “Maitland.”
Danielle feels her stomach free-fall. There is that word.
It is as final as the closing of a coffin.
Copyright © 2013 by Antoinette van Heugten
ISBN-13: 9781460320884
THE TULIP EATERS
Copyright © 2013 by Antoinette van Heugten
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