September Vasaro, France #2
“Cassie’s had another nightmare,” Teresa Delgado said as she stood in the doorway of Jessica’s bedroom. “A bad one.”
“They’re all bad.” Jessica Riley rubbed her eyes before she sat up and reached for her robe. “You didn’t leave her alone?”
“There are other people around here who know their jobs besides you. Rachel’s with her.
” She made a face. “But Cassie might as well be alone. She’s curled up in a ball with her face to the wall.
I tried to comfort her, but, as usual, Cassie’s acting as if she can’t hear me. As deaf as a fence post.”
“She’s not deaf.” Jessica passed her and started down the hall. “She’s aware of everything around her. She’s just rejecting it all. The only time she’s vulnerable and lets anything in is when she’s sleeping.”
“Then maybe you should treat her when she’s sleeping. Try hypnotism or something,” Teresa said. “You’re sure not doing very well when she’s awake.”
“Give me a break. I’ve had her for only a month.
We’re just beginning to know each other,” Jessica said.
But Teresa was right, there had been no obvious progress.
The child had been caught in a prison of silence since the incident at Vasaro eight months before.
Surely there should have been some breakthrough by now, she thought, then tried to dismiss her doubts.
She was just tired. Jesus, a child lost in a catatonic state for eight months was nothing compared to other children she’d treated.
But acceptance was difficult when her patient was a seven-year-old child who should be running and playing and living life to the fullest. “And it’s better if she makes the first steps back herself. I don’t want to force her.”
“You’re the doctor,” Teresa said. “But if a lowly nurse can offer some advice, I’d—”
“Lowly?” Jessica smiled. “Where did that come from? You’ve been telling me what I should do since my first year of residency.”
“You needed it. I’d been around for over thirty years by then and I had to set you straight. You were one of those hotshot doctors who never knew when to stop. You still don’t. You could let us deal with the kid for one night and get eight hours’ sleep.”
“She’s got to know I’m here for her.” She shrugged. “And I wouldn’t have been able to sleep much longer anyway. Her father’s coming to see her. He said he’d be here by three A.M.”
Teresa gave a low whistle. “The great man is paying us a visit?”
“No, Cassie’s father is coming to see his daughter.
” Many people considered Jonathan Andreas one of the most popular presidents the United States had ever had, but Jessica didn’t think of him in those terms. From the first time she had met him a month ago, she saw him only as a father who was terribly worried about his child.
“And you should know that. You’ve seen him with her. He’s just a man with a giant problem.”
“So you put your life on hold and let him use your family home for a treatment center for his daughter. The damn place is an armed camp. You can’t even take a walk without being shadowed by some Secret Service man.”
“It was my idea. The President wanted her hidden from the media, and this place has a certain amount of privacy and is easy to secure. Cassie has to be protected. Look what happened at Vasaro.”
“What if the same thing happens here?”
“It won’t. The President assured me that the security is infallible.”
“And you trust him?”
“Sure.” Andreas inspired trust. “And besides, he loves his daughter. He’s racked by guilt over Vasaro. He’d never risk another tragedy.”
“You’re very generous. I’ve noticed he’s been pretty cool to you.”
“That’s okay. I’ve an idea he’s sick and tired of dealing with psychiatrists.
Besides, a family feels some resentment when they have to turn over their child to a stranger.
We’ll work it out.” She nodded at Larry Fike, the Secret Service agent stationed outside Cassie’s door.
“Hi, Larry. Did they tell you the President is paying us a visit?”
He nodded. “Poor guy, not a good night.”
“No.” Though there were few good nights for Cassie Andreas. “But he has to come when he can get away without suspicion. We don’t want reporters descending on us.”
“Yep, then we’d all be having nightmares.” He opened the door for her. “The little girl was screaming pretty badly. If it hadn’t happened before, I’d have burst in there with gun drawn. I’ll give you notice when the President reaches the gates.”
“Thanks, Larry.”
“Do you need me?” Teresa asked.
She shook her head. “Go make some coffee for the President. He may need it.” She nodded to the nurse sitting in the easy chair. “Thank you, Rachel. Anything I should know?”
“What you see is what you get.” The young woman rose to her feet. “She hasn’t moved a hair since Teresa left the room.” She smiled at Cassie. “See you later, baby.”
Jessica sat down and leaned back in the chair.
She didn’t speak for a moment, letting Cassie become accustomed to her presence.
The child’s color was good, but she had grown even thinner in the past few weeks and her face was pinched.
It was like dealing with a sleep-walker.
This Cassie was a sad contrast to the pictures Jessica had seen of her before Vasaro.
She’d been the darling of the White House with her long, shiny brown hair and luminous smile.
Full of vitality and mischief. America’s poster child . . .
When are you going to learn? she told herself. Don’t get all choked up. Her esteemed colleagues never passed up a chance to tell her that a doctor’s emotion never healed a patient.
Screw them. If you didn’t let it blind and hog-tie you, love could do a hell of a lot.
“Pretty scary dream? Would you like to tell me about it?”
No answer. She hadn’t expected one, but she always gave Cassie the opportunity. Someday a miracle might happen and Cassie might be tempted to come out of the darkness and answer one of her questions. “Was it about Vasaro?”
No answer.
It was probably about Vasaro. Terror, death, and betrayal were the stuff of nightmares.
But what element was the primary catalyst that had driven her away?
The nurse she had loved and trusted and who had been prepared to hand her over to killers?
The murder of the Secret Service guard and the nurse?
It could be a combination of causes. “Your daddy is coming to visit you soon. Would you like me to brush your hair?”
No answer.
“It doesn’t matter. You look very pretty anyway.
If you don’t mind, I’ll sit here until your daddy comes and we’ll talk a little.
” She smiled. “Well, I’ll talk. You seem to have given it up for a while.
That’s okay. You’ll catch up when you decide to come back.
My sister, Mellie, is a real chatterbox these days, and she was as closed as a clam for six years.
I hope you won’t see fit to stay away that long.
Mellie’s much happier now.” Were Cassie’s locked muscles relaxing a little?
“This is Mellie’s room you’re in right now.
She loves yellow and I had to talk her out of lemon and ease her into wheat-colored wallpaper.
The brighter the better for Mellie. But it’s a cheerful room, isn’t it? ”
No answer, but Jessica hoped that wherever she was, Cassie was listening.
“Mellie’s at Harvard now, studying to be a doctor like me.
I miss her very much.” She paused. “Like your mom and dad miss you. Mellie calls me every week and we talk and that helps. I bet your daddy would really like you to talk to him tonight.”
No answer.
“But he’ll love to be with you whether you talk to him or not.
He loves you. Do you remember how he used to play with you?
Yes, I know you do. You remember everything, the bad and the good.
And the bad doesn’t hurt you where you are, does it?
But it does hurt you when you go to sleep.
If you’d come back to us, the dreams will stop, Cassie.
It will take a little time, but they’ll go away. ”
She could sense that Cassie was beginning to tense again.
“No one’s going to make you come back until you want to do it.
Someday you’ll be ready and I’ll be here to help you.
” She added softly, “I know the way, Cassie. Mellie and I traveled the same road. I wonder where you are. When Mellie came back, she said it was like being in a deep, dark forest with a canopy of trees overhead. But some other children who have gone away say they went to a nice cozy cave. Is that where you are?”
No response.
“Oh, well, you’ll tell me when you come back.
I’m a little tired, do you mind if I just rest a little until your daddy gets here?
” Dear God, she was weary of questions. Answer me just once, sweetheart.
She closed her eyes. “If you want to sleep, go ahead. I’m here. I’ll wake you if the bad dreams come.”