Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first time in my life I have ever told the truth. And it has taken me this long just to get here."
"You fantasize."
"Not about this!"
"You are manipulative. What is it you really want?"
"Um . . . Someone to believe me?"
"You're being manipulated; all these therapists have you -- "
"Yes, that is definitely the entire reason for everything. Case closed."
"You brought it upon yourself. You're masochistic. You love the suffering. It's just a constant pity party with you."
"Um . . . "
"You exaggerate."
"I haven't even . . . "
"And, in any case, Miss Andrews, is it not time
to forget the past, and move on?”
"What?"
"No more questions."
Presently . . .
"Good morning, Miss Andrews."
"Good morning."
"So, what exactly is it that you are alleging?"
"I'm not alleging. I'm saying what happened."
"All right."
"On May 28,1968, at ap -- "
"In any case, Miss Andrews (if that is your real name), is it not time to forget the past, and move on?"
She woke up in a panic attack.
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
Dreamstory, Chapter Two: "Your Honor, I Must Object!"
"We clearly proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that this alleged event never happened."
"When was this?"
"Just now, when I said it never happened."
"I'll allow it. I would like to hear what the young lady has to say. Go ahead, Miss Andrews."
"Your Honor, this -- young lady -- is a convicted felon and a Registerd Offender. She is delusional. She has a very, very long mental health history. Now we all understand that whatever -- Miss Andrews -- says in the privacy of her own therapist's office is disgusting. But she lies."
"Counselor, please. Now, Miss Andrews, you were saying?"
"On May 28,1968, at ap -- "
"Your Honor, again I must object. In addition to her mental health history and criminal offender record, Miss Andrews also has a history of habitual drug use dating back to 1974. How can we possibly believe anything she says? Let alone specific dates and times from fifty-six years ago?"
" . . . I looked it up . . . "
"What do you mean, you -- looked it up?"
"I -- "
" Now Miss 'Andrews,' if that is your real name: What is The Sinkhole?"
"W -- what?!"
"During the early 1980s, were you not employed at a number of, er, 'peep shows,' in Boston and San ...
