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smells.
    “I think we’ll just wrap up the rest in a doggie bag, thanks,” I told Melani. Two minutes later Bernice and I left, a brisk evening breeze dancing her trail of dandruff around like delicate little white leaves. They didn’t charge us for Bernice’s chair, which was nice of them. But maybe they didn’t notice. Well, it needed upholstering anyway: her spastic colon only helped that process along.
    Back in the car, Bernice took out her talkbook, and pointed to the picture of a house. She raised a suggestive eyebrow at me. Well, where the eyebrow would be if not for the ringworm. I shook my head. “You knew the deal, Bernice. I have to drop you back off at your place. We can’t go to my house tonight.”
    She was sulky on the way home, but she has to face facts. I can’t be at her beck and call all the time. I’m a married man, and she knew that when she started dating me. I’m not in a position to leave my wife right yet. When the time is right, I am positively dumping her ugly ass for Bernice. Not yet, though. Until then, we’ll have our nights on the town, just the two of us.

Treatment
    J. A. KONRATH
    “It all goes back to the time I was bitten by that werewolf.”
    Dr. Booster’s pencil paused for a moment on his notepad, having only written a W .
    “A werewolf?”
    Tyler nodded. Booster appraised the teenager: pimples, lanky, hair a bit too long for the current style. The product of a well-to-do suburban couple.
    “This is the reason your grades have gone down?”
    “Yeah. Instead of studying at night, I roam the neighborhood, eating squirrels.”
    “I see. And how do squirrels taste, Tyler?”
    “They go down dry.”
    Booster wrote “active imagination” on his pad.
    “What makes you say you were bitten by a werewolf?”
    “Because I was.”
    “When did this happen?”
    Tyler scratched at the pubescent hairs on his chin. “Two weeks ago. I was out at night, burying this body . . .”
    “Burying a body?”
    The boy nodded.
    “Tyler, for therapy to work, we have to be honest with each other.”
    “I’m being honest, Dr. Booster.”
    Booster made his mouth into a tight line and wrote “uncooperative” on his pad.
    “Fine, Tyler. Whose body were you burying?”
    “It was Crazy Harold. He was a wino that hung out in the alley behind the liquor store on Kedzie.”
    “And why were you burying him?”
    Tyler furrowed his brow. “I had to get rid of it. I didn’t think digging a grave would be necessary. I thought they disintegrated after getting a stake in the heart.”
    Booster frowned. “Crazy Harold was a vampire?”
    Tyler shifted on the couch to look at him. “You knew? Shouldn’t they turn into dust when you kill them?”
    Booster glanced at the diplomas on his wall and sighed.
    “So you’re saying you hammered a stake into Crazy Harold—”
    “It was actually a broken broom handle.”
    “—and then buried him.”
    “In the field behind the house. And just when I finished, that’s when the werewolf got me.”
    Tyler lifted his right leg and hiked up his pants. Above the sock was a raised pink scar, squiggly like an earthworm.
    “That’s the bite mark?”
    Tyler nodded.
    “It looks old, Tyler.”
    “It healed fast.”
    “Your mother told me you got that scar when you were nine years old. You fell off your bike.”
    Tyler blinked, then rolled his pants leg back down.
    “Mom’s full of shit.”
    Booster wrote “animosity toward mother” on his pad.
    “Why do you say that, Tyler? Your mother is the one who recommended therapy, isn’t she? It seems as if she wants to help.”
    “She’s not my real mother. Her and Dad were replaced by aliens.”
    “Aliens?”
    “They killed my parents, replaced them with duplicates. They look and sound the same, but they’re actually from another planet. I caught them, once, in their bedroom.”
    Booster raised an eyebrow. “Making love?”
    “Contacting the mother ship. They’re planning a full-scale invasion of earth.