I Dreamed of Angels
Part Three F
"Oh! the play, the play, the play. That's
all I've been worrying about these past few weeks."
The play director settled herself on the
couch, still warm from Mr. Barton's session. She took the pillow in her hands
and fluffed it to just the right feel. She wanted to make sure that she was
going to be settled comfortably. After all, this was going to be another long
session. She might as well feel comfortable while wailing on and on about her
life.
"Let's talk about something else then. We
could always talk about that later. So," the psychiatrist began "How has your
boyfriend been doing?" Her eyes instantly sparkled with thought of long,
flowing blond hair.
"I was an angel my ass." her patient said.
"He's still trying to convince me that he was an angel once before. 'A majestic
guardian' he says. 'Protector of the innocent' he brags. Now he says that his
hands have been tainted with sin and he no longer deserves to go back to heaven.
"
She scratched her head in frustration and
ended up disarranging her short hair. It was bad enough that she had to face
the onslaught of overprotective parents day in and day out. Now she had to deal
with her bizarre boyfriend who will never let go of his little 'fantasy' as she
liked to call it.
"I told him that he better take out that
mask of his when we go out in public. It's just so embarrassing. What would people think if they saw you with
someone in a mask? They'd think that either you were such a good soul to take
care of a lunatic or" she paused and then continued. "that you were a lunatic
yourself, hanging out with other lunatics."
The whole time she was talking, her
psychiatrist was not listening. Instead, the supposedly highly qualified doctor
was drawing heart shapes and angels all over her pad.
During that process, she was daydreaming
about a gorgeous, tall man whose long, silky blonde hair would envelope her in
his love.
"Ahem." The now irritated director said. "Maybe
we should talk about something else." she then suggested. "These talks about my
boyfriend always seem to put you into some sort of trance."
"Oh, I'm sorry." was the answer. "Go ahead.
You can talk about that play."
"Well, like I've told you, I have this
little boy in the play. Such an angel, but sometimes very stubborn. He has this
little apprehension with playing the angel. He said that it bothers him to play
the same part over and over again. I don't understand what he means, though.
He's only played the angel for two years. It's not like he's been doing it his
whole life."
"Maybe he has."
"What?" the director asked. "He's only
five. When would he have done the part aside from the play?" She looked back
from her position and directed a questioning stare at her psychiatrist. Maybe
the whole world was going crazy.
"Maybe he's just like your boyfriend - an
angel in a different lifetime."
"Ok. You're starting to scare me. Are you
telling me that you believe my boyfriend? Are you insane?"
Her voice was starting to raise. Her head
was aching and her veins were throbbing.
"Ok, Ms. Noin. I want you to relax.
Stressing out is not good for you. That was just a little thought of mine. I'm
sorry if it sounded strange, but it does make some sort of sense to me. Anyway,
I'd like you to continue talking about that little boy."
For the second time that day, another
little boy had caught her interest. Usually her days were filled with boring
complaints, but today was different. Two little boys with some sort of
personality disorder was just what she needed to wake her up. It wasn't all the
time that she'd hear about these peculiar but interesting attitudes.
"Fine. He's name is Quatre. I'm not trying
to make him sound like a trouble maker because he's definitely not. He's really
nice. He helps out with many things. He stops fights. He offers his assistance
to other people. He defends his friends. You should see him when he's attacked
by bullies. He makes sure that his friends are safe and then launches a one man
attack. Thank goodness he hasn't been beaten up yet."
She noticed that she was starting to relax.
She thought that maybe these sessions weren't so bad after all. Although it
cost her a lot of money, she found out that having someone listen to you is a
very good source of relief. Another thing that she had also noticed from the
sessions was that she always felt at peace when talking about the little boy.
His influence was absolutely amazing even when he wasn't around.
"He's such an angel." she concluded.
"Maybe that's why he doesn't want to play
the part."
The director looked back again to elicit a
response for such a confusing statement.
"Everyone probably thinks he's an angel and
he's getting tired of it."
It was only then that she realized the
truth in those words. Maybe Quatre *was* getting tired of his image. Perhaps he
wanted to be treated like the rest of the children. She couldn't help herself
though. Quatre just looked extremely adorable in his little angel costume. She
just wanted to squeeze him until all the air was taken out of him.
"Looks like our time is up."
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. She
hadn't even noticed the time. She sat up from her positioned and thanked her
doctor. This time, she was more than ready to face another day of practices.
She felt more at ease.
She was handed the bill, which she quickly
shoved in her pocket. There was no need to ruin her now contented mood.
Once Ms. Noin had left, the psychiatrist
decided to do a little bit of contemplation herself. She was starting to really
get drawn into her client's relationships with those little boys. The first one
was trying to find something. She wondered what that was. He had a dream about
an angel.
"Wait a minute." she said out loud to
herself. "The second kid was an angel."
She
chuckled and then continued her thoughts to herself while waiting for her next
client. Hopefully that client would have another interesting kid to talk
about.