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psychologist, not a psychiatrist.
    â€”What’s the difference?
    â€”They make more money. No, just kidding. They can dispense medication, and I don’t. There’s a couple of other differences, but that’s basically it.
    â€”And you think you can help me?
    â€”Let’s say that I’m going to try to help you help yourself. I’m no magician.
    â€”That’s fair. But I still don’t think I need to be here, ‘specially at almost a hundred dollars an hour. Who’s payin’ for this, anyway?
    â€”Your dad’s insurance, mostly. They feel it’s worth it.
    â€”Yeah, I guess they would.
    â€”Now, we both know that your parents have requested this counseling for you, even though you say it’s not necessary. They’re very concerned that the automobile accident in which you were involved may have affected you more than you are aware. We know why they want you to be here. Why do you think you’re here?
    â€”’Cause I’m depressed. But I don’t need a shrink, not even a smart black shrink. I’m fine. School is fine. Everythin’s just cool. Can I go now?
    â€”I’ll tell you what, Andy. If, at the end of this hour, you have convinced me that everything is really fine, you don’t have to come back, bet?
    â€”Bet.
    â€”Okay, take your time, and just tell me what has happened in your life since that night. It doesn’t have to make sense—just let the thoughts come as they come. Talk to me, Andy. What we say here doesn’t go out of these doors. That’s a promise. You’ll be surprised how much better you will feel if you just talk about some of the jumbled up thoughts in your head.
    â€”Well, if you say so. But I really am okay now. I have headaches sometimes, and I can’t sleep some nights, but I feel a whole lot better than I did right after the accident.
    â€”How did you feel then?
    â€”Like a piece of crap.
    â€”Why?
    â€”’Cause it was my fault that Rob died.
    â€”Why do you say that?
    â€”I was drinkin’. I was drivin’.
    â€”Do you think Rob blames you?
    â€”I don’t know. Probably not. He was such a cool dude. He took everythin’ real easy. Nothin’ hardly ever upset him.
    â€”So maybe you’re blaming yourself for something that Rob forgives you for?
    â€”Maybe.
    â€”What was it like when you first went back to school?
    â€”Most of my friends were very understandin’, and most of my teachers were cool—as cool as teachers can get—they do have their limits, you know. Some of ‘em smiled a lot. Most of ‘em just kept pilin’ on the homework like nothin’ had happened. None of ‘em ever took the time to sit down and talk to me, and ask me if I was havin’ any problems, except Coach Ripley. He’s an okay dude.
    â€”He’s your basketball coach?
    â€”Yeah. But like I said, I don’t really care. I can take it.
    â€”You can take what? Did you get any negative reactions from people at school?
    â€”There were a few bad things that happened—like the note I found taped to my locker that said, “Killer!” And the kids who wouldn’t look at me in the face. I never figured out if they was embarrassed or angry, but most people adjusted.
    â€”How did you feel about that? The note on your locker. Do you think you’re a killer?
    â€”Naw, man. I ain’t no killer. I never wanted to hurt nobody. But he’s just as dead. What difference does it make?
    â€”It makes a lot of difference, Andy. Don’t you think Robbie knows that you didn’t mean to hurt him?
    â€”I don’t know, man. And I sure can’t ask Robbie, can I?
    â€”Why not? Pretend I’m Rob. Ask me.
    â€”You ain’t Rob.
    â€”I know that and you know that and even Rob knows that. But let’s just try it and see what happens. Ask Rob if he blames you.
    â€”I’m sorry, Rob. How can I ever make