I barged into his office and the flustered tosspot quickly crossed his legs as always. He seemed excited and expectant, like I was going to demand something of him other than our usual session. I was trying to stay as focused on the dream as possible, mainly to avoid thinking about the fact that Harvey was also Blueberry and thus one of the witnesses to my humiliating spunk-faced exit from Ariadne’s party. I ordered him to get on with it and he duly took me under, and an hour later he was animatedly reporting that Salcie had returned and I had jabbered a full ten minutes of foreign nonsense for the benefit of the tape.
I felt like I had been purged, like Salcie had wanted this rather than me and forced the session. Strangely, I felt a little empty and alone, slightly unsettled. The though
