“Listen. The only reason why you’d be carrying a psychiatrist around with you is that you must have gotten your draft notice. Right?” After a pause he nodded. That he remembered. The familiar elongated blue-green envelope had arrived one week ago; next Wednesday he would be taking his mental at the UN military hospital in the Bronx. “Has it helped? Has he—” She gestured at the suitcase. “—Made you sick enough?” Turning to the portable extension of Dr. Smile, Barney said, “Have you?” The suitcase answered, “Unfortunately you’re still quite viable, Mr. Mayerson; you can handle ten Freuds of
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