Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 55: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “No.” She looked at him. *“No, of course not.” “It could be dangerous to me, your going to see doctors and telling them the things I have told you. You'll have to believe that. My enemies— some of them are doctors. This man you went to—he must be all right, because if he hadn’t been they would have found me by now. And they haven’t. But he could still be dangerous if you were to go on seeing him. He only has to talk to the wrong person.” “You won’t go to see him yourself, then?” “Jenny, Jenny, listen to me! I’ve been telling you the truth, always the truth. And I depend on you. You are not to go back to Dr. Morenberg. You understand ?” “Yes,” she said. “I un- derstand.” But she went back to the psychiatrist, and with no real sense of guilt. It was the thought of her own inadequacy that sent her back. John depended on her, and what 54 was she? A girl who washed dishes in a cheap hash-joint, who didn’t even get to wait on tables most of the time. She was entirely confused as to what the truth, the real truth, about John might be, but whatever it was, it was im- possible for her to carry the weight of it by herself. John had admitted that Dr. Moren- berg was not dangerous him- self; if it were true what he said, about being a refugee from somewhere else, then he probably didn’t realise that doctors here would not say anything about things that were told them when people didn’t want them told. And if it weren’t true—if it was this paranoia thing... Either way she had to have help, and Dr. Morenberg was the only per-. son she could turn to. He had insisted on her fee being returned to her at the end of her previous interview with him. He looked pleased to see her, when she came again. He was smoking a heavy black pipe; he knocked it out in an comicloooks.com