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Title: Texas Week

Author: Albert Hernhuter

Release Date: April 30, 2009 [EBook #28647]

Language: English

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_One of the chief purposes of psychiatry is to separate fantasy from
reality. It is reasonable to expect that future psychiatrists will
know more about this borderline than the most learned doctors of
today. Yet now and again even the best of them may encounter
situations that defy all logic._

texas
week

_by ... Albert Hernhuter_

Meeting the little man who isn't there is rated
an horrendous experience. But discovery that the
man _is_ there may be even worse.

The slick black car sped along the wide and straight street. It came to
a smooth stop in front of a clean white house. A man got out of the car
and walked briskly to the door. Reaching out with a pink hand, he
pressed the doorbell with one well-manicured finger.

The door was answered by a housewife. She was wearing a white blouse, a
green skirt and a green apron trimmed with white. Her feet were tucked
into orange slippers, her blonde hair was done up in a neat bun. She was
dressed as the government had ordered for that week.

The man said, "You are Mrs. Christopher Nest?"

There was a trace of anxiety in her voice as she answered. "Yes. And you
are...?"

"My name is Maxwell Hanstark. As you may already know, I am the official
psychiatrist for this district. My appointment will last until the end
of this year."

Mrs. Nest invited him in. They stepped into a clean living-room. At one
end was the television set, at the other end were several chairs. There
was nothing between the set and the chairs except a large grey rug
which stretched from wall to wall. They walked to the chairs and sat
down.

"Now, just what is the matter with your husband, Mrs. Nest?"

Mrs. Nest reached into a large bowl and absently picked up a piece of
stale popcorn. She daintily placed it in her