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He’s not a bad person, just flawed. And it’s been a great stress on my brain knowing that Ingrid might be left to fend for herself. She’s known all along of the possibility of Cash disappearing. Iris was told the same thing. I’ve had some one-on-one sessions with Ingrid, and I can tell you she is deeply troubled about all this.” When he says this my heart aches for this interloper, this foreigner, in my life. “I’m asking you to please consider bringing her into your family. Obviously, you’ll need to discuss it with Iris. But please know when Cash does go, she was never legally married to him the way you and Iris are. Cash has no social security number or birth certificate. She has no rights to anything. She needs your help. But before you can do that, you need to come to terms with the trauma from your childhood. If you don’t, another alter might soon move in and take the place of Cash. Or worse—yourself.” I think about it for a while in silence. It’s a lot to process. “You keep talking about this trauma from my childhood. What are you talking about? I don’t remember anything like that.” To be honest, I don’t really remember my childhood. Nothing before age nine or ten, at least. He looks away from me, out the window again. It’s as if, for the first time, he’s afraid to tell me something. “Some things, Robert, are better for me to tell you. The medical, psychological, scientific information for example. There are other things that your mother should talk to you about. I hate to string you along, but the trauma is one of them.” Answer one question, you get fifty more. This is no way to live. *** Finding my car was an undertaking. I don’t remember where I parked, or even that I’d driven, so it takes me about an hour, walking around downtown, to find my car. I stick with it though, because Guise assured me I drove. The snow from before, with Iris, is gone. How long has it been? I can’t even keep track of what month it is, let alone what day. The whole drive, out to my mom’s place in the suburbs, I’m understandably distracted. But the monotony of Page 40 | The Paragon Journal

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The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

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