Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2010 08:59:25 -0400
From: Homer Simpson <d.beer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devon's Lie 3

Legal stuff: The usual applies.  If your under 18, move on, otherwise
enjoy.  This is the third in series, although short, it setup further.  As
usual, flames ignored and comments welcome.  Send to d.beer@hotmail.com

Paul reviewed his notes for the past 5 days of working almost exclusively
with Devon.  His father was a self-appointed fire and brimstone preacher
for his congregation.  His mother was really absorbed in her schooling,
prepping for hours during the night.  Devon's siblings could relate nothing
except he was different after some trip to visit relatives over in Alabama.

    Figured that something must have happened during that visit.  Paul's
one on one interviews with Devon could illicit any response except for an
eye movement here and there.  Paul actually reviewed the tapes but could
not see much of anything.

    As for Devon's singing career, the mother was pushing for education and
wouldn't allow Devon to perform except once a month and those performances
had to be extremely close to their house.  Paul wondered about that.  The
father was tied to his church functions to not attend any concerts.  Devon
was a summer singer.

    Paul had gotten a back issue of BOP which was a teen magazine.  Devon's
sister mentioned it during his interview with her.  Paul read the article
and figured it was a typical pre-teen crap that all young stars get.  His
research on the internet also spoke to the same effect by other opinions of
the shrink community.

    Sighing, Paul drank the rest of his hot chocolate.  He took his cup and
yellow pad down the interview room.  Paul hated to resort to this level he
had to go too.  He opened up the room and sat in the chair.  Soon the door
was knocked upon and Devon was led in by the intern.  Devon took the chair
that the intern pushed him into.  Paul dismissed the intern and told him
he'd call him when he needed him.

    The two looked at each other.  Devon briefly looked at Paul and then
assumed his usual stare just over his shoulder at a picture.

    "No change at all.  Devon, you just could talk to me.  I'm a good
listener"

    Devon stared over his shoulder.

    Paul sighed and stood.  He went over to a cabinet and unlocked it.  He
removed a needle and filled it with Sodium Pentathol.  He came back over to
Devon.  Devon never moved.  Paul reached down and cleaned off his arm with
some alcohol.  He jabbed the boy and injected the liquid into his arm.
Pulling the needle out, he cleaned the area again, disposed of the needle
correctly in the machine there and sat opposite the boy again.

    Paul was immediately aware that a small tear had seeped out of Devon's
left.  Devon didn't move though.  After a few minutes, Devon got a glassed
eye look Paul had been waiting for.