The Major's Wife. Anthony Whyte

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      “He’s an Army Aviator. They still considered—”

      “I already explained their unique situation. Even though we don’t consider aviators our patients, technically they’re our clients even if they’re just here for pre-training eval. And may I suggest that you leave those aviators alone. Because they wear that damn aviation patch, they think they rule the earth.”

      “I’ll do as you say, but I understand them a lot better now,” Diana said.

      “Really? How so?” Dr. Janopolis asked.

      “I found out that in combat, they have evaded enemy fire while flying as close to the tree lines as possible without crashing the army’s five million dollar chopper. And that’s a lot of responsibility.”

      “I suppose…that’s why the students get tested so often. You have to pass your tests in flying colors. You have no time for those jocks,” Dr. Janopolis said.

      Diana kept her head in her studies. By the end of 2002, under the mentoring and tutorship of Dr. Janopolis, Diana became well groomed. The student was on her way to fulfilling her dream of becoming a psychotherapist. Mutual love and admiration existed between mentor and student. The following year her certification was granted. Because of the association she had with Dr. Janopolis, Dr. King was allowed to open her practice around the Fort Rucker army base area.

      During this time, Diana received the news of her brother’s missing in action status. Even though she was having extraordinary success with her clinical practice, she went through her private hell. When Diana learned the Department of the Army upgraded this status o killed in action, she was living a nightmare. On the one hand, her clientele would reveal all the horrors of performing combat duties, and all this did was a daily reminder Diana of her brother’s demise. The counseling and friendship given by Dr. Janopolis were the only way Diana was able to deal with the death of her brother adequately.

      Diana developed a much stronger empathy for her clients dealing with lives lost after the USA’s sovereignty was tested for the second time since Pearl Harbor. Diana King was able to complete her internship at Fort Campbell. With the assistance and efforts of Dr. Janopolis, Dr. Diana King established her therapeutic practice.

      Dr. King used Dr. Janopolis’ therapeutic practice as a model to establish referrals as soldiers changed stations. Over the years, the enlightened student and mentor stayed in touch. Later, when King was wedded to Diana, Janopolis served as a marriage counselor for the couple. She was a perfect friend and maintained great trust between herself and Diana. Dr. Janopolis even served as counselor to the newlyweds when Vaughn King completed his initial nine months of training and went directly into combat. Janopolis’ ability to provide comfort was the reason Diana made the call.

      “Hi Ruth, thanks for calling… I’m holding up as best as possible. Yes, Ruth,” Diana said then listened for a while before speaking. “You know how much I love my husband. Yes, I’ll have to go down to the stationhouse and speak with the detectives. Oh, you bet, I’ll be aright. No, I’m not taking an attorney. I have a friend there… Sure, I’ll do that if I run into any problems, and I’ll call as soon as possible. I’ll speak to you when you arrive. Thanks again, Ruth…”

      Diana ended the call and thought about her mentor. She got dressed and was still deep in thoughts while driving to the Enterprise Police Stationhouse. Dr. Janopolis and Diana worked with dependents and family members who could not cope with losing the primary breadwinner in most households. By providing psychiatric intervention, Dr. Janopolis helped control a mass upheaval in the military family all across the United States.

      By 2003, she had recognition for her work in helping troops returning from Desert Storm to Fort Rucker, where posttraumatic stress disorder roamed rampant amongst soldiers. Dr. King was happy to lend her therapeutic skills to address veterans’ psychological issues dealing with helplessness, anxiety, and inability to cope with readjustment problems to regular life.

      She was proud of her accomplishments, but now Dr. King did everything to brace herself for the grilling she expected the police would provide. Checking her makeup, Diana got out of the car. Her shapely legs appeared unsteady, and she tried to adjust her mind. Was Diana a suspect in her husband’s murder? She thought about what Dr. Janopolis regarding retaining an attorney, but Diana figured she would take her chances without one.

      “Good morning, Dr. King,” a uniformed officer politely smiled, greeting her. Holding the door open to the stationhouse’s entrance, he said, “Come with me, please.”

      Dr. Diana King was an avid tennis player and took excellent care of her body. Even though she was wearing a simple Valentino dark-colored business skirt suit, her well-shaped legs commanded everyone’s attention. Eyes followed her every curve as a uniformed officer led her through a hallway full of mostly male police officers.

      She saw the look of hunger in their eyes while silent fantasies registered on their lips. Some smiled and nodded, but Diana was distracted. The thirty-three-year-old psychotherapist was usually providing therapy for soldiers returning from the gulf war. Dr. King counseled not only vets but also their psychologically depraved spouses whose husbands and wives had served in the Gulf wars.

      An outstanding therapist, Diana King, was used to being in the spotlight. She was a leading researcher in army research and development. King also testified in numerous court hearings, but this was her first time dealing with anything deadly and personal. Inside, she was feeling nervous but carried herself with confidence.

      Dr. King tried to keep her mind from being preoccupied, but she could hear the chatter going on between the detectives. The murder of her husband was the topic of their discussion. Diana King held her head straight while being shown to a room where Sharkey sat a desk studying her profile listed in a chart. He was listening to his partner, and a glib private banter was occurring between the detectives. McAlister saw her, broke away, and hurried to greet Diana King. The officer escorting her knocked, and both detectives look up to see her.

      “Good morning Dr. King. Come on in,” McAlister greeted and shut the door.

      “Good morning, Detective McAlister.”

      “Please have a seat.”

      “Thank you,” Diana King responded, taking a seat.

      Sharkey remained standing and observant while McAlister sat across from Dr. King.

      “I know you’re grieving, but thanks for coming in,” McAlister said.

      “We’re going to be asking some questions regarding your husband’s death, and you’re going to have to be as candid about your answers some of the questions may come off as—” Sharkey said.

      “Are you trying to tell me that I should’ve brought a lawyer?” Dr. King asked, interrupting.

      “That would’ve been a choice—” Sharkey started, and was interrupted by his younger partner.

      “Diana, it isn’t that bad,” McAlister said, nodding and softly smiling. “We’d like to know exactly what happened that day. Be specific, and also try not to leave anything out.”

      “Okay, I’ll do that,” Diana King said and began relating the story. “We were playing golf with friends, and it just started raining. The unexpected change in weather put a cap on a pleasant day we were СКАЧАТЬ