Part 3: Corpus Corporis
Chapter 17
In the waiting room, I stand at the window, looking down at the vast and green terrain surrounding the Glasshouse Mental Institution. This hospital is enormous, built like a fortress full of labyrinths. Jamie’s office is on the seventh floor in the left wing, and I’ve been coming here so often in the last four months, it’s starting to feel like home.
This is Alistair’s twentieth appointment with Jamie. We always come on Sunday mornings, like Mass, when the PTSD clinic is closed.
Jamie has had the kindness and generosity to offer Alistair his help free of charge, and this for as long as it takes. In exchange, he’s asked if he may eventually use his notes and recordings of their sessions to write about Alistair’s case some time in the future. We have bo
