Big Mr. Little, Part 1

by Captivated Chat

Grogan
Thank you, doctor. It was good of you to see me without an appointment. 
Me
Not at all. 
Grogan
It’s my head, you see. 
Me
Are you injured? 
Grogan
No, no. You see I had a drink that messed me up this morning.
Me
Well? 
Grogan
I did not make it, my neighbor mixed some Bloody Marys.
Me
Oh, this is the afternoon of the prawn cocktail!
Grogan
Funny, but some odd things have started happening.
Me
What you said on the phone, then, really happened?
Grogan
Yes, it did.
Me
Come back into my office, and you can lie down and rest. Then you’ll likely be all right.
Grogan
All right.
Me
Yeah these things you described are just coincidences!
Grogan
I hope so.
Me
You’re talking fine, and walking well. It’s okay.
Grogan
Good!
Me
Drink this.
Grogan
No!
Me
It is what you want. 
Grogan
To do what? 
Me
It’s a sedative!
Grogan
Putting me to sleep for a little while is no help!
Me
This morning, though, think about that. Perhaps you drank something out of the ordinary?  
Grogan
Huh? Why do you look at me like that? I did have an odd drink, as I say.   
Me
Tell me.  
Grogan
Well, we got to kidding about who could make the most unusual Bloody Mary. He was feeling smashed, and said he messed up what was usually in the drink. 
Me
But how?
Grogan
I don’t know. 
Me
Well if I just knew what was in the drink… Perhaps some chemical reaction. 
Grogan
He was in the other room!
Me
Oh wait, where do you think you’re going? 
Grogan
To the office!
Me
Oh? 
Grogan
My business!
Me
No! You’re a menace, a walking danger. Don’t you realize you can’t go out of here until we figure this out? Figure some way to stop it.

Dropped dead

Grogan
Me? 
Me
If you don’t, then the first time you state a negative thought it may come true as you described, and someone may die. Do you want that?
Grogan
Why would I? But maybe that’s the solution! You said that I was a menace, and when you said that, all at once everything became clear.
Me
How’s that? 
Grogan
Well, me a menace? That’s the funniest thing anybody ever said. Half my teeth are my own. I’ve got a big belly. I’m a menace? Yet you’re a doctor who’s supposed to judge things only by facts.
Me
What about it?
Grogan
Well suddenly you decide I’m a menace. Why? Because screwy coincidences happen that I had nothing to do with. It’s like rolling the same number five times in a row. 
Me
Coincidences?
Grogan
The fact that the plane would have fallen anyway, even without my predicting it. So the engine cut out just when I said it would, and those cars smashing together! I was so scared I ran off without finding out whether or not there was a good reason. 
Me
Cars have accidents all the time. 
Grogan
Sure! So that makes me a menace? I ask you, is that the way for a doctor to talk? 
Me
No, I’m sorry, you’re right! I’m a man who has always evaluated situations through factual evidence, and even then I’ve retained some skepticism because I know how misleading human observation can be.
Grogan
Can I use your phone?   
Me
Sure.
Grogan
I gotta call my office and explain why I’m late. 
Me
Certainly.
Grogan
Uh hello, Fred, I am gonna be late because I am at the doctor’s office. Thank you! I know, I know! But I’m coming. Stop yelling! Oh, really?  Drop dead, Fred! You creep. Fred, you still there? 
Me
What’s the matter? 
Grogan
I don’t know. One minute I was talking to him and then… Fred –- Fred, answer me! It can’t be the connection. Hello? Hello Robin, what is it? Tell me! 
Me
What’s she saying?
Grogan
She says Fred just dropped dead!

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