CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Beau arrived at the psychiatrist's office thirty minutes early. Opening the door, he wandered in. As he looked around the waiting room, it struck him odd that no one else was there. The smell of the new dark brown carpet caught his attention.
Removing a fishing magazine from the small, short round table in the middle of the room; it had no cover yet he didn't seem to notice as he sat down to wait. A strange feeling that Leonard was lurking close by crept over him.
"Hello Admiral," Leonard whispered. "What are you doing here?"
Holding his magazine in front of his face, "Chief Hudson ordered me to be here for evaluation. I don't know why." Beau answered.
"Be on guard. Remember the last time that they tried to put you away. The difference this time is, I'm here to help you. Now, listen to me, don't tell the doctor anything. Remember to be on guard. Don't fall for his tricks," Leonard cautioned.
"Okay, I'll be ready for whatever he comes up with. I know they're out to get me.”
Dr. Steven Letterman, a board certified psychiatrist sat in a black leather padded chair behind his new desk made of cherry wood. Of average height and weight for a man of thirty-seven, his half-glasses partially covered his blue eyes. Clean shaven with brown short straight hair. No jacket, just a white, short sleeve shirt and thin dark blue tie which matched his slacks.
At the appointed time the office door opened and Dr. Letterman motioned for Beau to come in. Beau surveyed the office as the doctor asked him to sit. He recognized it as the office he was in the last time he was here, after the death of his mother, but the doctor was different.
"Good morning Mr. Camp, I'm Dr. Letterman, I'm sorry to hear about your wife Martha. She was a lovely woman they tell me. How do you feel now that she's gone?" he started right in with his session.
"Be careful what you say," Leonard whispered.
"Don't worry about me. I'm on top of this. He can't fool me," Beau mumbled.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear what you said. May I call you Beau?" the doctor asked.
"I was talking to my advisor, and yes, you may address me as Beau. My advisor cautioned me about you. He's wise to your tricks, so don't try to fool him or me," he crowed.
"May I ask who your advisor is? By what name do you call him?"
"He said that I should call him Leonard."
"That’s interesting," Dr. Letterman commented as he now started to take down some quick notes, “Do you know today's date?"
"Have you got a memory problem? I'm here and you're here. This must be the right day," Beau said angrily while cracking his knuckles.
"Do you know who our current president is?" Letterman continued his standard line of questions.
"Uh, yes, it's that guy that likes to fish. I can't think of his name. I didn't vote for him, so I don't care who he is. I know he's doing a lousy job."
"How long has Leonard been speaking to you?"
"It's none of your business. Leonard warned me about your ways of prying information from me only to use it against me later," Beau snapped.
"Have you ever seen this Leonard?"
"Oh no you don't, you can't fool me. I know what you're up to. I wouldn't tell you if I did see him. I'll tell you this, and you can write it down. Leonard is the leader of the monkey crew and they live on a three mast sailing vessel with square mainsails on all the masts. What'd you think of that? Very impressive…right?" Beau said pointing at the doctor.
"Nice going, you've got him on the run. Keep him on the defensive," Beau smiled when he heard this praise from Leonard.
"I want to thank you for coming in. This has been very interesting. You may leave now Mr. Camp," Dr. Letterman said in a soft reassuring tone as he was still scribbling very fast in his notebook.
"Let's get out of here, we got him fooled," Leonard snorted.