Arnie said, “Doc Glaub is going to scare up a schizophrenic for me; I need one, I need its professional services.” He laughed, eyes twinkling, finding his own utterance outstandingly funny. “Do you?” Jack said. “I’m a schizophrenic.” Arnie stopped laughing. “No kidding. I never would have guessed; what I mean is, you look all right.” Finishing up the task of putting the encoder back together, Jack said, “I am all right. I’m cured.” Doreen said, “No one is ever cured of schizophrenia.” Her tone was dispassionate; she was simply stating a fact. “They can be,” Jack said, “if it’s what is called
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