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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Glendale, California
  6. New York City
  7. New York City
  8. Hollywood, California
  9. Beverly Hills, California
  10. Beverly Hills, California
  11. Las Vegas, Nevada
  12. Las Vegas, Nevada
  13. Los Angeles, California
  14. Rancho Mirage, California
  15. Rancho Mirage, California
  16. Los Angeles, California
  17. Beverly Hills, California
  18. Los Angeles, California
  19. Franklin Canyon, California
  20. New York City
  21. New York City
  22. Los Angeles, California
  23. Anaheim, California
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  25. Anaheim, California
  26. Anaheim, California
  27. Santa Monica, California
  28. Santa Monica, California
  29. Santa Monica, California
  30. Santa Monica, California
  31. Santa Monica, California
  32. Santa Monica, California
  33. Santa Monica, California
  34. Los Angeles, California
  35. Los Angeles, California
  36. Rancho Mirage, California
  37. New York City
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  39. Sources and Acknowledgments
  40. About the Author
  41. Praise for Jake Tapper’sThe Devil May Dance
  42. Also by Jake Tapper

“Oh, Sophie!” Margaret said, suddenly near tears. She pulled out a tissue and dabbed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She found herself actually weeping for this actor she’d never met. Maybe it was the strangeness of this church or these weird people, or perhaps she’d missed her calling—she should’ve been an actress. She blew her nose. “We need to know what he went through here, what these…doctors…subjected him to.” Margaret glared at Hubbard and Julius. “Because it obviously didn’t help!”

“Beatrice, it wasn’t their fault,” Sheryl Ann said. “Chris struggled so!”

Hubbard put a hand on Sheryl Ann’s knee. “Now, now, this is all a very normal human reaction to grief,” he said. “Chris was indeed a member of our church, and we worked closely with him in hopes he’d become clear, but he was not committed. In fact, though I’m sorry to bring up something uncomfortable, he still owes us quite a bit of money. Some eight hundred forty-three dollars and change. Let’s call it eight hundred forty.”

“Sadly, that’s true,” said Julius with regret in his voice. “We really tried with him.” He rose from his chair. “Will you excuse me? I’ll just be a minute.”

As the door closed behind him, Margaret turned to Hubbard. “What does becoming clear mean?”

Hubbard looked at her for a few seconds as if he were deciding whether to let her in on a great secret. Then a smile—a wide, gleaming grin—erupted on his face. “I will show you, Beatrice.”

Hubbard stood, ambled to a file cabinet in the corner, and withdrew from its top drawer a device that looked like a small television wired to two soup cans.

“Being clear is what we call the state achieved through auditing, which is done with this meter.” Hubbard took his seat again and began fiddling with the knobs on the device. “It’s difficult to pick up these concepts in just one meeting—we have classes that I highly recommend—but just to help you understand how hard we tried with Chris…” He leaned forward and placed the tin cans in front of Margaret.

“What is this thing?” asked Margaret.

“A Hubbard E-Meter,” he said proudly. “Most people have reactive minds. That’s the source of all of the ill behavior we see—insecurities, irrationality, unreasonable fear. The E-Meter helps us detect those problem spots. Once we get rid of the reactive mind—that’s what we call going ‘clear’—only then can we become our true selves. This E-Meter allows us to audit you, to figure out where you need help. It’s what we used to try to help your brother.” He sighed deeply and arranged his face into an expression of sympathetic sorrow. “But Chris didn’t give himself over.”