"My program?" I stared back at him, feeling a jolt. With my thoughts
completely focused on Sarah, the last thing on my mind was my own baby.
"Now that you're here"--he smiled--"there's no reason we shouldn't
proceed. This is, after all, a place of miracles."
Right. You let Sarah destroy her mind and now you want me to . . .
Don't even think about it.
"I have to tell you, I'm not overly impressed thus far with your
'program,' " I said. "First I passed out in your clinic, and then my
doctor in New York told me those drugs Ramala gave me are highly
illegal, and for good reason."
"What is 'legal' is more often than not the judgment of medical
reactionaries." He dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand. "My
work has moved far beyond anything the FDA has ever dreamed of." Then
his look turned grave. "I hope you'll give me a chance to try to help
you. I've been giving your case a lot of thought since our first
examination, about what we should do. But first let me ask you . . . do
you have a partner who could come here soon?"
Okay, maybe the thing to do was appear to play along for a while, move
under his radar, and then get Sarah and split.
"It's a possibility."