Setting: October 16, 2017, 8:40 a.m. Central Standard Time, 29th floor of Tel-Com office building, River Town TX, and Capitol City Jail infirmary, Capitol City TX
Telephone is ringing: Ring, ring, ring
Jenny: Hello, Accounts Payable, Jenny speaking
Dr. AB Ce: Hi Jenny, I am Dr. AB Ce from the Capitol City jail. Do you know Benjamin Basket?
Jenny (hesitates): Yes
Dr. AB Ce: He is here with me now. I have been asked by his attorney to complete an evaluation of his competency. It sounds like you’re at work. Is now a good time?
Jenny: I am at work but I have a private place I can go to. I will make time.
Picks up pen and pad and walks from desk to alcove. Out of body experience. Talking to a complete stranger, claiming to be a doctor … from the jail. Wishing this was not real. Oh but it is … real.
Dr. AB Ce: Don’t worry, he won’t go to prison. He was arrested for simple public trespass. It’s minor. He refused to leave the hospital so the police were called.
Thought bubble: Oh sweet mother of Jesus. What in the hell did he do this time? Did he hurt someone? Is Benjy hurt himself? Jenny didn’t get hysterical. She practiced the anti-anxiety techniques she learned in CBT. She sat in the awful space and just existed. Somehow she knew Benjy was a victim. Not always but in this case. Then she answered rote questions about their childhood.