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Authors: Lydia Millet

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He communicated his reserve with few words. He wasn't happy that we'd gone up to Alaska, wasn't happy with anything concerning contact between Ned and us. Ned is probably sociopathic, he has suggested.
He feels no empathy
.

And I have to admit, when I find a list on some website of the behavioral characteristics of a sociopath, there's only one box I wouldn't check for my husband.

Superficial charm and good intelligence

Absence of delusions

Absence of nervousness or neurotic manifestations

Unreliability, untruthfulness, and insincerity

Lack of remorse and shame

Inadequately motivated antisocial behavior

Pathologic egocentricity and incapacity for love

General poverty in major affective reactions

Unresponsiveness in general interpersonal relations

Sex life impersonal and poorly integrated

Failure to follow any life plan

We have no control over his actions, Will reminds me, no one does, possibly not even him. Much of a sociopath's game is aimed at controlling people and outcomes, Will says. All you can do about a sociopath is steer clear of him. Ned's a time bomb, Will has insisted since the abduction, and we don't know that it's finished exploding.

Still, neither of us was able to come up with another course of action for me—not one that wouldn't risk Lena being taken again or hinge on police cooperation.

So here I am.

Now almost every piece of information I give Will about Ned seems to escalate his anxiety, so I find myself trying to avoid mentions—from thousands of miles away there's no use alarming him. He's done too much to help already: I'm confused about why he has time for all this for us, for me. I wonder what I've ever done for him other than need his help.

There's an imbalance of generosity.

Panpsychism is one of the oldest philosophical theories, the view that mind or soul (Greek: ψυχή) is a universal feature of all things, and the primordial feature from which all others are derived.
—Wikipedia 2016

ON THE WAY
to our potluck dinner with the church group Lena sat bolt upright in the back of Ned's Town Car holding Lucky Duck. She doesn't relax around her father since the kidnapping—her rigid stance stops just short of afraid, bespeaks reserve and attentiveness.

In what I felt was an egregious lapse in taste on the part of the consultants, we were made to wear matching dresses. Sitting there in the Town Car in my dress that was the same as a six-year-old's, I felt beyond foolish but hadn't bothered to protest. Also it was too cold for dresses by far; there was slushy snow on the ground; dresses don't look too good with puffer coats atop them.

But of course Ned couldn't have cared less about my discomfort or opinion. And Lena was pleased, saying the twin dresses reminded her of dolls you can order from a catalog in “look-alike” form, with features custom-selected to mimic your own hair and eyes and skin. It was one of those dolls that Ned had offered her during the kidnapped period.

“You didn't bring the lamb I gave you?” he asked from the passenger seat, texting rapidly, not bothering to turn.

“Lamb got sick,” said Lena gravely, a doctor delivering the bad news. “She had to go in koranteen.”

“Quarantine,” I said.

“Quarantine,” said Lena. “She got a cancer in her tail.”

“Sounds serious,” said Ned.

“Uh-huh. She's almost dead,” said Lena.

Ned did turn and look at her. I was surprised too.

“I see,” he said.

It piqued his interest for a second, but then he went back to pushing buttons. He was holding the phone at a different angle now, and I could see he wasn't texting about business or the campaign; no, he was playing Angry Birds.

Once we pulled up at the church, though—it was a potluck in the basement—he snapped into his public mode, his face suddenly animated. The light of Ned's personality has an
ON
/
OFF
button, which when he's alone with us now is typically set on
OFF
. It's fine with me, in fact I prefer it since he's nearly a robot when the switch is off, far easier to tolerate shut down. The
ON
switch makes me anxious with its vibrant, fizzing current.

When he's switched off I can almost ignore him.

“Hey Mom. Lamb's
not
dying,” she whispered to me, as Ned was getting out of the front seat. “Lamb's
fine
.”

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