To George’s surprise and relief, Haig signed the necessary papers promptly and with only a token show of reluctance.
“Don’t kid yourself, George,” he wrote, “that you’re kidding me. I’d bet tomorrow’s buck-thirty that Vera’s told you I’m a psycho and you’d better start looking after me again or I’ll go all the way around the bend. You were always good at looking after me, George. Now and then it got pretty damned tiresome and humiliating but I won’t deny there were times when it helped. Oddly enough, George—and maybe this is just the apprentice psycho talking—I don’t think I need your help now. But I’m still glad to be going to your outfit. Number One: because as you so touchingly and awkwardly tried to avoid saying the Forestry Corps is probably safe enough even for a natural and incorri
