Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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2<br />
<strong>The</strong> Meeting<br />
It was a slow week. Arnold came by a couple of times to shoot the<br />
breeze or talk about his dreams. I ask his advice on mine too. Being<br />
so unalike, we can often spot each other’s blind spots.<br />
Rachel was busy with her classes. Business was slow to sluggish.<br />
I cleaned up the mailing list and culled the files. I raked the<br />
leaves and canned beets. I made long lists of things to do when I<br />
felt like it. I walked Sunny and watched old movies on television.<br />
I kept my own counsel and slept a lot.<br />
Brillig’s fax, late on a Monday afternoon, woke me up. My apprehension<br />
grew as it rolled slowly out.<br />
Dear Friend (if I may be so bold),<br />
My heart leaped at your reply. Nothing could have made me happier!<br />
I shall be arriving late Friday afternoon. I would be obliged if<br />
you would arrange accommodation. I implore you to free yourself<br />
for the weekend.<br />
Adam Brillig, D.Sc., Dipl. Analyt. Psych., Dipl. C.S.<br />
P.S. I shall be with my assistant. He’s green but shows potential.<br />
I could write here, in pulp-fiction fashion, something like, “My<br />
heart fell,” or “I was dumb-struck,” but nothing close to adequate<br />
comes to mind.<br />
Rachel found me in twilight.<br />
“He’s coming anyway,” I said, showing her the fax.<br />
She read it and giggled.<br />
“Put them in the attic with the squirrels.”<br />
I grimaced, but in truth I was grateful to Rachel for trying to<br />
lighten my mood. What she didn’t know was that I had been scared<br />
to death that Brillig wouldn’t take the hint, that he might follow up<br />
with something else to keep me awake.<br />
I called Arnold to give him the news. He laughed.<br />
“What are you worried about?” he said. “You could fax him<br />
back and tell him to go fly a kite.”<br />
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