he puts out his hand and i take it . the psychiatrist lit up , filling the room with sweet smelling , expensive smoke . `` let me guess-the kitchen help is n't all that great , '' i said . he still wore his leather jacket , likely fresh from the hunt . it 's now okay for me to approach . `` i helped her just yesterday , with the dishes ! '' i lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling , a wide grin on my face . 