Sundays With Ingrid
Dr. Vishevsky sighed; a tiny little sigh, but Ingrid caught it.
“Moving to the character of Sherlock Holmes specifically,” he said, “what do you like about him?”
“I don’t know. He’s interesting.”
“In what way?”
At that moment, Ingrid actually figured out what she liked best about Sherlock Holmes: He thought for himself and didn’t care what anyone thought about him.
“It’s hard to say,” she told Dr. Vishevsky.
“I understand,” he said. There was a long pause. He seemed to be lost in thought. Then he said, “Do you ever imagine yourself doing the kinds of things Sherlock Holmes does?”
“Investigating cases, for example? Solving crimes?”
“Or being the center of attention like him, admired by everybody?”
“Allowing your powers of make-believe to carry you over to another—”
Dr. Vishevsky wrote on his notepad, turned the page, wrote some more. “Do you know what a biography is?”
Of course she did. What a question! She gave a little nod.
“Have you read any?”
Ingrid thought. “There was one about Sacajawea.”
Dr. Vishevsky blinked. Was it possible he was unaware of Sacajawea? “How about—given your dramatic interests—biographies of actors and actresses?”
She shook her head, at the same time making a mental note to go on the Internet and see what actress bios were out there.
“I’ve read a few,” said Dr. Vishevsky.
“Oh?” said Ingrid. “About who?”
Dr. Vishevsky looked surprised. “I don’t recall the names offhand,” he said.
“Maybe the books weren’t very good,” Ingrid said.
Dr. Vishevsky blinked again. Then his face, a pretty soft one, hardened slightly, as though . . . as though he’d decided he didn’t like her. “But I did find a common element in all these life stories,” he said. “Any idea what that might be?”
Multiple divorces? Drug and alcohol problems? Nose jobs? Ingrid kept all that to herself. “No,” she said.
“They all,” said Dr. Vishevsky, “all these actresses and actors, had difficulty expressing their feelings in real life. It was only in the world of make-believe that their feelings came out.”
Silence. Ingrid heard a man laughing on the other side of the wall. Dr. Binkerman. She wished she were over there instead, even getting her braces tightened extra tight, a really wacked-out thought.
From Behind the Curtain.
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