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wish for privacy with shame. Do you want me to tell you my fantasies ? To . . .
    ANN : Everything said here is said in confidence.
    CATHY : Oh, please. You inform the Board . . .
    ANN : All I forward to the Board are my conclusions .
    CATHY : How are they arrived at? If prurience . . .
    ANN : . . . am I prurient? . . .
    CATHY : . . . and curiosity are confused? If a desire for privacy is confused with . . .
    ANN : I . . .
    CATHY : One lies, wait, or, say one withholds . . .
    ANN : Everyone who sits there lies, I understand. I would.
    CATHY : You would . . .
    ANN : To go free, yes, of course.
    CATHY : And yet, and yet— knowing that, you indulge, in the name of, what? “Psychology,” your penchant for what, “observation”?
    ANN : Is love between women unnatural?
    CATHY : Everything in prison is unnatural. Would you like me to set you free?
    ANN : How would you set me free?
    CATHY : No. Would you like me. To set you free?
    ANN : How am I bound?
    CATHY : Will you answer me?
    ANN : You wrote: “The troubled cannot be freed by psychiatry.” That they do not lack psychiatry.
    CATHY : . . . that’s right.
    ANN : “. . . they lack love.” (Pause) Do I lack love?
    CATHY : Of course you do.
    ANN : . . . I lack love . . .
    CATHY : That’s why you’re frightened .
    ANN : I’m frightened. Why?
    CATHY : Because you’re leaving.
    ANN : Has my work here given me Love?
    CATHY : It’s given you structure . Which is to say, repression . . .
    ANN : Sexual repression?
    CATHY : Of a deeper desire.
    ANN : For?
    CATHY : Submission.
    ANN : To?
    CATHY : To God. (Pause) Which is why you mock the possibility in others. I understand. Believe me.
    (Pause.)
    ANN : Where is Althea?
    CATHY : Put it down . Don’t you see? You are chained to the past. When you can be free. This is the lesson of The Christ. To let the dead bury the dead. That is all that it means, Ann, to be reborn. It is not “mystical” that you need be frightened of it. It is not an “ordeal” it is a gift . The end of regret. It’s faith. It is the holy ghost.
    ANN : What is the Holy Ghost?
    CATHY : It is that Spirit which unites the Father and the Son. It is a mystery. Which is the essence of Faith. Ann: Neither God nor human worth can be proved. That, finally, there is nothing but Spirit. In time. I could by Reason, Ann, bring you to Faith. I know your heart is heavy.
    ANN : Why is my heart heavy?
    CATHY : Because it is stone. Which must break to be opened. Will you break open your heart? You can lay your burden down. And He will take it from you.
    (The phone rings again.)
    I can’t do it for you, Ann. I wish I could. He can.
    (The phone rings again.)
    But it requires an act of courage.
    (Ann picks up the phone and holds it.)
    ANN : Where is Althea?
    CATHY : Are you sure ? Are you sure ?
    ANN : I . . .
    CATHY : If I can help you. I’ll help you. Why would I not? You know I’ve helped others. You know I have.
    (Ann picks up the phone.)
    ANN (Into the phone) : Thank you. I understand.
    CATHY : . . . what do you think that I’ve been doing here? . . . Is it impossible that I was sent here? Or, finding myself here found that I might do good, might that not be called the intercession of God? Whose only worldly influence, Ann, is through the human soul. Which is to say, through sinners. “There was a young girl who killed. And was confined to prison. And a man gave her a book.”
    ANN : Where is Althea?
    CATHY : I don’t know.
    ANN : But you wrote to her.
    CATHY : I wrote of her.
    ANN : Oh yes. (Reading) “I thought she was dead. And searched for her. In other women . . .”
    CATHY : . . . all right . . .
    ANN (Reading) : “Assured that their outward form was but a necessary veil. To keep the mystery from profane eyes. A common reaction, I learned, of the widow.”
    CATHY : For all I know, she is dead. For all I know, she is somewhere in Custody.
    ANN : And someone has