Book 2, Birger Wallenberg
Chapter 6THAT NIGHT IN HIS private rooms, Wallenberg brooded over his dilemma. Booked out of Kennedy in the morning, he had cleared his calendar over the Fourth of July holidays to visit his mother. Dr George Kennan, his chief psychiatrist had gracefully accepted the extra workload.
On his newly installed television set, the kind family men of the LAPD could not stop beating Rodney King on a looped amateur video. He put the poor man out of his misery and went to bed.
Sleep came, and with it came a dream of a woman. Ready for sleep, he wanted to go with the firm skin and long limbs he found there. He wanted this dream, and tried not to spurn it, allowing it to run its course, lulled deeper into it; didn’t become afraid of losing control until it was too late. Tr
