The Devil in Silver

This little thing took me out? Pepper thought. He felt a dose of grudging respect.

Dr. Barger, oblivious to any tension, waved toward the far end of the room. “Put the table over there. Line it up against the back wall.”

As Pepper and Loochie moved the table to the back of the room, the four other patients rearranged chairs. There were only seven people in the room, including the doctor, so they’d only need one table for their group session.

Pepper recognized a few of the patients. Dorry, of course. And Loochie. Coffee, too. A pair of white women who looked like each other—identical short haircuts, similar light blue mom jeans and Old Navy T-shirts showing the American flag. Even their bodies looked alike, bottom-heavy like butternut squash. Not twins, not siblings, but alike.

As everyone sat at the conference table, Dr. Barger smiled. “And now I’d like to welcome you all to our weekly Book Group.”

One of the two short-haired women said, “How can you call it a weekly Book Group when we never have any books?”

The other said, “Don’t be too hard on the doc. Have you looked at this bunch? I’m not too sure all of us can read!”

The first woman pointed across the table at Pepper, and said, “Hey, Frankenstein. You hate books as much as you hate fire?”

“Sammy!” Dr. Barger barked.

Both women laughed together. It didn’t matter to them if anyone else enjoyed the joke.

But Pepper felt too angry about the four weeks he’d lost to be insulted. Instead he pointed at the doctor. “I was supposed to be here for a seventy-two-hour observation, but now …”

Dr. Barger wagged one short red finger.

“I’m at New Hyde as your therapist. Dr. Anand is the staff psychiatrist.”

“So?”

Dorry said, “Dr. Barger doesn’t have the power to release you.”

Dr. Barger’s mouth narrowed into a frown. “I wouldn’t put it that way, Dorry.”

“Well, what would you say then?” Dorry smiled pleasantly.

“Dr. Anand’s authority supersedes my own.”

Loochie crossed her arms and leaned forward in her seat aggressively. “How’s that different from what she said?”

Dr. Barger looked at the teenager, his red face reddening even more. “I have authority here. It’s just not the kind that can …”

Then the doctor stopped himself. He shut his eyes and rested a hand on the top of his head. He breathed quietly for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, all the patients were watching him in silence.

Dr. Barger spoke with overdone civility. “I want to welcome you all to our weekly Book Group. I’m happy to see so many of you back.” He nodded at Pepper. “And to welcome our newest member.”

Pepper and Dorry sat on one long end of the conference table. Loochie, Coffee, and the two jokers sat opposite them. Dr. Barger sat at the head. As they settled, the nurse from Pepper’s escape attempt entered the room, pushing a three-tiered cart full of books. She wheeled it around the table and stopped behind Dr. Barger. Pepper could see that the nurse was young. Probably not much older than Loochie. She stood next to the book cart and smiled. Her cheeks were as plump and smooth as the Gerber baby’s.

Dr. Barger sat back in his chair. He rested his hands on his belly proudly.

“So you see, Sammy? This time we do have books,” he gloated, looking around the table as if awaiting applause.

But only Coffee reacted, raising one hand like a pupil with a question for the teacher.

Dr. Barger ignored him. “As you can see, I’ve been able to acquire these.”

Coffee continued chopping the air with his raised hand. He huffed now, too, and looked even more like that kid in the front row.

Finally, Dr. Barger acknowledged him. “Okay, Coffee, do you have something to say? About Book Group?”

Coffee revealed a thin blue binder. He set it on the table and opened it and flourished a pen. Everyone but Pepper and the new nurse sighed loudly.

“The phone number of New York City Comptroller John Liu,” Coffee said. “Can you please provide it for me?”

Dr. Barger dropped his voice an octave. “What does that have to do with Book Group?”

Coffee ignored that. He said, “Attempts to reach the mayor have failed. I was recently visited by a representative of his office who threatened to have me arrested and to sue me if I don’t stop calling. So I accept that. Mr. Liu seems like a serious alternative. I believe he will help.”

Sammy leaned forward and said, “What does a comptroller do, anyway?” She turned to her best friend, her doubles partner, setting the woman up for a match point. “Sam?”

Sam said, “I don’t know, but if you hum a few bars I can fake it!”

This made the two of them crash backward with laughter. Their chairs buckling. They laughed so loudly that Loochie, right beside them, pulled her knit cap down over her ears. That only made the two women laugh more.

“You’re giving that poor girl brain damage,” said Sammy.

“Well, we’re in the right place for it!” shouted Sam.

Coffee tapped his pen against the table. “Dr. Barger,” he said. “The number?”