Chapter 73“One morning," said Larry, his voice trembling only faintly, "a few days after I'd tried to kill myself again, I was sent to the prison psychiatrist.
"The shrink was a new guy," said Larry, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "He didn't seem like much of anything at first. He was chubby and bald, somewhere in his forties I thought. He was kind of strange...quiet strange. Didn't talk much. He hardly ever looked at me. Mostly, he just stared at his desk.
"Anyway, I sat down in the office and he asked me a couple questions...and then, he clammed up all of a sudden. He just sat there and didn't say a word, didn't even look at me.
"I kept waiting for the guy to say something, but he just sat there. He must've stayed like that for fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Finally, I sta
