back to you someday and show you what you've said."
He pushed back his hair, looked still dazed and troubled, and had the impudence to hold out his hand to me as he opened the door.
But though I laughed at the idiocy of the situation, I scornfully refused to see his hand, and passed out.
To Bessie's I went and showed her what the doctor had dictated.
She exclaimed indignantly.
"Would you like me to do that?" I asked.
"No, I should think not."
"Would you let me be put there?"
"No. Don't be silly. Of course not," she said.
"Well, then, come with me this afternoon while I show him what he has written," I said.
"Oh, Tina! I'm busy—I can't go."
No, no one had time for me, and no one seemed able to help me. Still the fears and the indecent language were haunting and taunting me and I brought my things up and took a room in the same house as Bessie, for I was afraid to stay in my rooms at night. The night before I went over to Sybil's I was so terrified that someone would appear in his astral body that I kept my gas alight all night.
But Bessie did not understand. She, too, told me I must get rid of the idea that I heard voices.
And then mother came.
When the automatic writing came I had asked her why it was me she had come to, me, and not the others. On the paper came the words "Because you need me most."
I needed her then, poor mother. She would not have let me go home alone.
