As Wilbur started to question Milligan, Yavitch relaxed. She looked to him like an attractive, energetic mother with bright-red hair and bright-red lipstick. Danny answered her questions and told her about Arthur and Ragen and Allen.

She turned to Yavitch. “You see? Its typical of multiple personalities that he’s willing to speak of what happened to the others, but not about what happened to him.”

After a few more questions and answers, she turned to Dr. George Harding. “This is a clear example of the dissociative state of the hysterical neurotic.”

Danny looked at Judy and said, “She left her spot.”

Judy smiled and whispered, “No, Danny. It’s not like that with her.”

“She must have a lot of people inside her,” Danny insisted. “She talks to me one way, and then she changes and starts using all those big words like Arthur does.”

“I wish Judge Flowers were here to see this,” Wilbur said. “I know what’s going on inside this young man. I know what he really needs.”

Danny’s head snapped around, glaring at Dorothy Turner accusingly. “You told her! You promised you wouldn’t, but you told.”

“No, Danny,” Turner said. “I didn’t. Dr. Wilbur knows what’s wrong because she knows other people like you.”

In a firm but soft voice, Cornelia Wilbur put Danny at ease. She looked into his eyes and told him to relax. She held her left hand up to her forehead, and her diamond ring glinted and reflected in his eyes.

“You are totally relaxed and feeling good now, Danny. Nothing is bothering you. Relax. Whatever you feel like doing or saying is all right. Anything you want.”

“I want to leave,” Danny said. “I want to get off the spot.” “Whatever you want to do is all right with us, Danny. I’ll tell you what. When you leave, I’d like to talk to Billy. The Billy who was born with that name.”

He shrugged. “I can’t make Billy come. He’s asleep. Arthur and Ragen are the only ones who can wake him up. ’

“Well, you tell Arthur and Ragen that I have to talk to Billy. It’s very important.”

Yavitch watched in growing astonishment as Danny’s eyes went blank. His lips moved, his body jerked erect, and then he looked around, dazed. He said nothing at first and then asked for a cigarette.

Dr. Wilbur gave him one, and as he settled back, Judy Stevenson whispered to Yavitch that the only one who smoked cigarettes was Allen.

Wilbur once again introduced herself and the people in the room who hadn’t met Allen before, and Yavitch marveled at how changed Milligan seemed, how relaxed and outgoing. He smiled and spoke earnestly and fluently, very different from the shy, boyish Danny. Allen answered her questions about his interests. He played the piano and the drums, he said, and painted—mostly portraits. He was eighteen and loved baseball, though Tommy hated the game.

“All right, Allen,” Wilbur said, “I’d like to talk to Arthur now. ”