“Never heard of him.”
“Well, he’s supposed to be very good, anyway.”
“Muriel, don’t be fresh, please. We’re very worried about you. Your father wanted to wire you last night to come home, as a matter of f—”
“I’m not coming home right now, Mother. So relax.”
“Muriel. My word of honor. Dr. Sivetski said Seymour may completely lose contr—”
“I just got here, Mother. This is the first vacation I’ve had in years, and I’m not going to just pack everything and come home,” said the girl. “I couldn’t travel now anyway. I’m so sunburned I can hardly move.”
“You’re badly sunburned? Didn’t you use that jar of Bronze I put in your bag? I put it right—”
“I used it. I’m burned anyway.”
“That’s terrible. Where are you burned?”
“All over, dear, all over.”
“That’s terrible.”
“I’ll live.”
“Tell me, did you talk to this psychiatrist?”
“Well, sort of,” said the girl.
“What’d he say? Where was Seymour when you talked to him?”
“In the Ocean Room, playing the piano. He’s played the piano both nights we’ve been here.”
“Well, what’d he say?”
“Oh, nothing much. He spoke to me first. I was sitting next to him at Bingo last night, and he asked me if that wasn’t my husband playing the piano in the other room. I said yes, it was, and he asked me if Seymour’s been sick or something. So I said—”
“Why’d he ask that?”
“I don’t know, Mother. I guess because he’s so pale and all,” said the girl. “Anyway, after Bingo he and his wife asked me if I wouldn’t like to join them for a drink. So I did. His wife was horrible. You remember that awful dinner dress we saw in Bonwit’s window? The one you said you’d have to have a tiny, tiny—”
“The green?”
“She had it on. And all hips. She kept asking me if Seymour’s related to that Suzanne Glass that has that place on Madison Avenue—the millinery.”
“What’d he say, though? The doctor.”
“Oh. Well, nothing much, really. I mean we were in the bar and all. It was terribly noisy.”
“Yes, but did—did you tell him what he tried to do with Granny’s chair?”
“No, Mother. I didn’t go into details very much,” said the girl. “I’ll probably get a chance to talk to him again. He’s in the bar all day long.”
“Did he say he thought there was a chance he might get—you know—funny or anything? Do something to you!”
“Not exactly,” said the girl. “He had to have more facts, Mother. They have to know about your childhood—all that stuff. I told you, we could hardly talk, it was so noisy in there.”
“Well. How’s your blue coat?”
“All right. I had some of the padding taken out.”