twice until it was blackened with peanut butter and radish. Lil was furious; primarily because both Larry and Evie wanted desperately to have for breakfast what I was having and ended up crying in frustration. Lil too. - I jogged down Fifth Avenue from my apartment to my office, attracting considerable attention since I was (1) jogging: (2) gasping like a fish drowning in air; and (3) dressed in a tuxedo over a red T-shirt with large white letters declaring The Big Red.
At the office Miss Reingold greeted me formally, neutrally and; I must admit, with secretarial aplomb. Her cold, ugly
efficiency stimulated me to break new ground in our relationship.
`Mary Jane, baby,' I said. `I've got a surprise this morning. I've decided to fire you.'
Her mouth neatly opened, revealing two precisely parallel rows of crooked teeth.
`As of tomorrow morning.'
`But - but Dr. Rhinehart, I don't under `It's simple, knee-knocker. I've been hornier in the last few weeks, want a
receptionist who's a good lay.'
`Dr. Rhinehart-'
`You're efficient, but you've got a flat ass. Hired a 38-24-37 who knows all about fellatio, post hoc propter id,
soixante-neuf, gesticulation and proper filing procedures.'
She was backing slowly towards Dr. Ecstein's office, eyes bulging, teeth gleaming like two parallel armies in disarray.
`She starts tomorrow morning,' I went on. `Has her own contraceptive device, I understand. You'll get full pay through
the end of the century. Good-bye and good luck.'
I had begun jogging in place about halfway through my tirade and at its conclusion I sprinted neatly into my office.
Miss Reingold was last seen sprinting not so neatly into Jake's.
I assumed the traditional lotus position on my desk and wondered what Miss Reingold would do with my chaotic
cruelties. After minimal investigation I concluded that she had been given something to fill her dull life. I pictured her years hence with two dozen nieces and nephews clustered around her chubby knees telling them about the wicked doctor who stuck pins in patients and raped others and, under the influence of LSD and imported Scotch, fired good, hard-working people and replaced them with raving nymphomaniacs.
Feeling superior in my imaginative faculties and uncomfortable in my yoga position I stretched both arms upward. A knock on the door. .
`Yo!' I answered, arms still outstretched, my tuxedo straining grotesquely. Jake stuck his head in.
`Say, Luke, baby, Miss Reingold was telling me som-' He saw me. Jake's habitual piercing squint couldn't quite
negotiate the sight: he blinked twice.
`What's up, Luke?' he asked tentatively.
I laughed. `Oh this,' I said, fingering the tuxedo. `Late party last night. I'm trying to wake myself up before Osterflood
comes. Hope I didn't upset Miss R: He hesitated, his chubby neck and round face still the only parts of him which had
eased their way into the room.
`Well,' he said, `yeah. She says you fired her.'
`Nonsense,' I replied. `I was telling her a joke I heard at the party last night; it was a little raunchy perhaps, but nothing
that would upset Mary Magdalen.'
`Yeah,' he said, his traditional squint gathering strength, his glasses like two flying saucers with slits concealing deadly ray guns. `Righto,' he said. `Sorry to bother you.' His face vanished, the door eased shut. While meditating I was interrupted a few minutes later by the door opening and
Jake's glasses reappearing.
`She wants me to make sure she's not fired.'
`Tell her to come to work tomorrow fully prepared.'
`Righto.'
When Osterflood strode in I was limping around the room trying to get the circulation back into my feet' He walked
automatically to the couch but I stopped him.
`No you don't, Mr. O. Today you sit over there and I'll use the couch.'
I made myself comfortable while he lumbered uncertainly to the chair behind my desk.
`What's the matter. Dr. Rhinehart, do you-'
`I feel elated today,' I began, noting in the corner of the ceiling an impressive cobweb. For how many years had my
patients been staring at that? `I feel I've made a major breakthrough on the road to the New Man.'
`What new man?'
`The Random Man. The unpredictable man. I feel today I am demonstrating that habits can be broken. That man is
free.'
`I wish I could break my habit of raping little girls,' he said, trying to get the focus back on himself.
`There's hope, Oh there's hope. Just do the opposite of everything you normally do. If you feel like raping them,
shower them with candy and kindness and then leave. If you feel like beating a whore, have her beat you. If you feel
like seeing me, go to a movie instead.'
`But that's not easy. I like hurting people.'