Apparently his benefactors were content if heâ€™d just sit here, abandoned like some stray dropped off at a shelter. There were no other instructions, recommendations. McDevitt had decided to treat him on his own. Only a short note, and the deposit from Grenville Hawkes, followed in the mail.ĭr. Yes, yes, I know, youâ€™re not accustomed to patients from the criminally insane ward at Eastern State, but crazy is crazy, after all.â€ Jamieâ€™ll be arriving some day this week. â€œA favor for a friend of mine, Grenville Hawkes. Â€œMoney is no problem,â€ Louisa had insisted when she called demanding a room. Kahne wanted to make sure his progeny had a place to live and out of all his swarm of eccentric descendants, this granddaughter was perhaps the most likely candidate.) (The commonly held view, and joke, was that the esteemed Dr. Her grandfather Johnas Kahne had founded and still technically ruled Terrace View. Jamie had been transferred here abruptly, at the insistence of Louisa Kahne. Not much to go on, but Eastern State was a place of housing, not treatment.ĭr. Some memory of his early life was now returning, the report stated. In the beginning, the patient would wake having no memory of the day before, would literally forget his own name by afternoon. Some doctor from Eastern State, who forgot to sign his name, had made a note that this was one of the worst cases of depression heâ€™d ever tried to treatâ€”it was no doubt a major cause of the amnesia. McDevitt glanced across the scanty medical report. McDevitt thought he discerned a small flinch in Jamieâ€™s posture, but there was no change in tone, as he said, â€œNo.â€ĭr. Do you remember working for Grenville Hawkes, back in Hawkes Harbor?â€ĭr. Â€œYou used to work for himâ€”he wanted to make sure you received the best treatment. Â€œGrenville Hawkes asked that you be placed here. McDevitt was sure it had set his progress back for weeks. And the brutal way he had been transferred here. After all, he only recently could remember his name. Right now the young man probably couldnâ€™t tell one place from another. McDevitt wasnâ€™t insulted at Jamieâ€™s shrug, implying a well-run sanitarium wasnâ€™t any better than that state institutional hellhole, Eastern State, where heâ€™d been for the last few months. Â€œItâ€™s okay,â€ Jamie answered, not looking up.ĭr. A small, well-built young man who might have been handsome had it not been for his gauntness, the listlessness of his posture, the shadows around his shifting eyes. McDevitt looked at the young man seated in front of his desk. Â€œSo, Jamie, youâ€™ve had a few weeks to adjust to Terrace View.

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