“But I was one of the people who could do no wrong. I told him what I’ve told you, maybe more, and he said that if I ever had more trouble, I could do whatever I had to do. He said that once and never again, never mentioned other men, never asked me if I was happy. See? I do know all about it. The things my old boyfriends would say or do would stop you in your tracks. I took Colin to meet Dr. Roberts. He was wonderful. He didn’t try to horn in—I mean, my business with Dr. Roberts was my own. He knew a little bit about everything in a conversational way, and that evening he and Wendell talked about the popularization of Freud’s discoveries. Colin convinced Wendell that the magazines and the movies were all making it seem too easy. It wasn’t helpful to the people who were on the verge of seeking help to talk about hopeless cases, but they did exist, and nobody mentioned them. He meant the cruel people, the people who are numb to everything, the people who even use psychotherapy to support their illnesses. It wasn’t an argument, just a discussion over dinner. We went to the theater and had a fine time. When we drove Wendell home they talked about cars they had owned. Colin had just bought the Cadillac convertible. Wendell once had had a supercharged Auburn Speedster—used; I remember him saying that. And Colin saying that the Cadillac wasn’t in that league. I remember that night very well. The next day Wendell called me to say that I had done very well for myself and to thank Colin for him for the fine evening. I made sure I did.