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Troy Keller
The Wrinkles
Stephen tells me the wrinkles methodology is a hoax, like
astrology, phrenology and those other "unsuccessful bridges
between science and superstition." This, after working three
months together, here at the clinic where we are interns,
assigned by our medical school, here where, each day, we place
our hands on the foreheads of children and check them. We tell
them to smile, frown. We record on our pads the lines that show
up in their faces. And then we diagnose them. Tell them theirfutures.
Now Stephen says he wants nothing more to do with wrinkles
after this assignment is over. But that is easy for him to say. He
has long planned to confine his practice to the city to bond
brokers and their sterile wives, and he will have little need for
the wrinkles methodology. In my frontier practice I will of course
see many children, and this knowledge will be essential. Like with
this morning's only negative diagnosis, the young Scot, fresh in
from the gold fields. His crisp horizontal indentions above the
eyebrows were an exact match to that same feature displayed by
nearly every case of manic dementia found in New England
during the past decade. Stephen had sighed as he filled out the
report that would derail the child's future. What parent would payto educate a lunatic-in-waiting?
We are taking our lunch across from the clinic, eating
sandwiches on a wooden bench while the crowds along Eighth
Avenue mesh in and through each other. I am thinking that I
certainly do not need Stephen's doubts in my head. In a way, you
could say he is biased because he has nothing at stake in any of
this. I suppose he must care so little about the wrinkles that
being critical like he is requires hardly any rigor at all.
I ask Stephen how his new opinion will affect the report we
are to deliver at the end of the term, our analysis of the popular
wrinkles methodology. He gazes at me.
"I think that you will have your report and I will have mine,"he says.
"That's no good," I say. "We will discredit each other. They will
conclude one or both of us are irrational."
"What else can I do?" he says.
Poor Stephen. He is making things so hard for himself for
us. I am afraid he still sees medicine as a science. I don't know
but I am concerned about the effect his doubts will have on the
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rapidity of our graduation. This internship was to be our final
requirement but if it is discredited, I don't know.
I am almost finished with my sandwich when Stephen asks
me to look at him. "Smile," he says. "Frown." Fine, I do both. He
shrugs and tells me that I and my wrinkles are pretty much
normal, with about half a chance of suffering from severe
nightmares. I already know this. I have checked myself in the
mirror maybe a dozen times.
"How about you?" I ask.
He stares at me. "I have the forward eye creases."
"Horse manure."
He tips his head and frowns deeply, and there they are, sharp,
angling dents between the eyelids and the brows. According to
the literature, only Benjamin Franklin and a handful of other
transcendentally intelligent souls had ever displayed them.
"You hide your genius so well."
"You want the truth. It's hereditary. Ben Franklin was my
mother's grandfather. Every child in my family has them. It just
goes to show how much of this is farce."
I consider that, but I cannot let his doubts get to me. After
all, I will not get far with a practice that does not offer diagnoses
via means of the much advertised wrinkles methodology.
"The eye creases have never been more than theory," I say.
"Really, there aren't enough geniuses around to properly test
them."
"Please," he says and throws the remains of his sandwich into
the gutter for the rats.
I frown. I don't really care. I mean, I care about the patients.
Who wouldn't? But I don't care about the proving. If Stephen
wants to despise me for that, so be it.
The Scottish boy and his father come out of the clinic and
step down to the sidewalk. The black-haired man has the son by
the hand while he fumbles inside his thick coat with the other.
I ask Stephen if he would have seen the report by now, and
he nods yes. We are quiet then, and we watch them closely until
the father glances our way and pauses. He steps down to the
street and begins coming to us, son in tow.
"I believe it's your turn," Stephen says to me.
I take in my last mouthful of bread and cheese.
They reach us, and the father says, "What are we supposed to
do with this," while holding up the crisp pages of the report in
quivering fingers.
Only months earlier I held a horrible fear for these awkward
situations.
"It's the earliest sort of diagnosis," I begin, quoting from the
clinic's standard rhetoric. "Its benefit is to allow you to begin
treatment, even before symptoms of disease become evident."
The father grimaces and crumples the report, stuffing it in his
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pocket. He turns away from us for a moment, but does not leave.
The boy stares ahead with a blank expression, drooped
shoulders.
"I have just this one son," the father says slowly.
I let a dismal vision of the boy's future wash over me. I try to
think of a highly technical response, something that will confuse
this man enough to get him to just accept things for what they
are and leave us to our sandwiches.
"Tear it up. It doesn't mean anything."
That was Stephen. He shouldn't have.
The father's expression eases for a moment. Then he grabs
onto us with a firm look. "I paid fifty dollars, and it doesn't mean
anything?" he says. "It means a lot to those schools in San
Francisco."
"There are so many influences on a child," Stephen says.
"Diet, the climate, his religion. The wrinkles analysis can't
possibly account for all of it."
I touch Stephen's arm. I want to remind him we are guests in
this clinic.
"You kids aren't really doctors, are you?" the father says.
I shake my head no. Stephen grunts and looks away.
"Let me go see about this," he says, and leaves us. His tall
hips jerk along, and his and his son's matching overcoats flap
against each other like they are on clotheslines.
"Saboteur," I say. Stephen grins and sits forward, elbows on
knees, his hair stringing down his forehead.
"The thought of that kid . . ." he says, his voice stoppingshort.
"Maybe you're right," I say.
"I think so."
We are there on the bench, quiet for a moment.
"Maybe there is something to your Ben Franklin eye creases
after all," I say.
"How's that?"
"You being such a cynic. Geniuses are usually cynics, aren't
they?"
He chuckles. "So the fact that I don't believe in the wrinkles
methodology is supposed to be evidence that it works?"
"It makes sense from where I'm sitting."
He frowns and we sit some more. Nothing more to say, I
suppose.
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