"I said I wanted an egg shampoo instead of an ego shampoo."
"Egg... ego... close, aren't they? Does that mean I want to be washed clean of my sins?"
"Reborn? Is it baptism symbolism? Or are we shaving too close? Does an idiot have an id?"
I waited for a reaction, but he just shifted in his chair. "Are you awake?" I asked. "I'm listening, Charlie."
"Only listening? Don't you ever get angry?" "Why do you want me to be angry with you?"
I sighed. "Stolid Strauss—unmovable. I'll tell you something."
"I'm sick and tired of coming here. What's the sense of therapy any more? You know as well as I do what's going to happen."
"But I think you don't want to stop," he said. "You want to go on with it, don't you?"
"It's stupid. A waste of my time and yours." I lay there in the dim light and stared at the pattern of squares on the ceiling...
noise-absorbing tiles with thousands of tiny holes soaking up every word.
Sound buried alive in little holes in the ceiling.
I found myself becoming lightheaded. My mind was a blank,
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