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do some healing therapy on your knee. Would you care to lie down?”
    “I don’t have to get naked, do I?”
    Pam smiled. “No.”
    “Are you going to get naked?”
    Pam lost her smile. “No. Do I need to call security?”
    “No, ma’am. Sorry. It was just a joke.”
    She tossed her purse on her desk.
    “Aren’t you going to look inside it?”
    “Should I?” Pam said and glanced through the paperwork he had filled out.
    “Most people would.”
    “Most people wouldn’t have brought it back. You left your address blank.”
    “That’s because I don’t have one.”
    “You’re living on the street.”
    He nodded.
    “Occupation is also blank.”
    “Got laid off a few months ago from the wire factory. Sent a bunch of work over to India. You know how it goes.”
    “Family?”
    “They’re out in Florida. I figure I’ll get out there eventually. Look, are all these questions going to stop my knee from hurting?”
    “The more I know about your history, the easier it will be to concentrate on where to focus the healing energy.”
    “Can’t you just prescribe me some Vicodin or something?”
    “Is that what you want? How would you pay for the prescription? You don’t have any insurance.”
    “You can get me some free samples. It’s better than me suing you.”
    “I think we’re done here, Mr. Brooks. You can have your lawyer contact my lawyer.” Pam closed his folder and walked over to the door.
    “Wait, don’t kick me out. I’m not myself right now. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. I don’t believe in this hocus pocus stuff, but I don’t have any other choice, you know?”
    “I do. What do you know about Reiki?”
    “I read the Wikipedia article about it at the library.”
    “Well, that’s a good start. What makes you doubt it can work for you?”
    “There’s no clinical proof that it works.”
    “That’s true. So if there’s no clinical proof, why do you think it exists?”
    “Because people believe in it. But I can believe in Santa Claus, and that don’t mean I’m going to get something under the tree.”
    “Maybe it’s because you’ve been naughty.”
    He laughed, and she saw some of the tension ease out of him. He scratched his fingers through his beard.
    “The wonderful thing about Reiki is that you don’t have to believe in the ki . It exists. In my practice, I pass my hands over you. You may feel hot or cold. You may feel nothing. Most people at the very least leave my sessions feeling relaxed and refreshed.”
    “Doesn’t sound so bad.” He looked at her assessingly.
    “Mr. Brooks,” she started to say.
    “Ralphie,” he interrupted.
    “I feel very badly about kicking you. I was freaked out, and I just reacted. You didn’t deserve it at all. Please let me try to make this right.”
    “I don’t have a lot of cash right now. Can we do a payment plan?” He looked down at his shoes.
    “No charge. It’s the least I can do. I caused you the pain. I’ll do my best to ease it for you.” She held out her hand. “Come on.”
    Pam helped him up and opened the door to the treatment room that was adjacent to her office. She lowered the table so he could roll on top of it. She was very proud of this room. She called it her oasis.
    “Are you cold? I can get you a blanket.”
    “No, I’m fine.”
    “Just close your eyes and try to relax. I need you to be quiet for a moment. I’m going to mentally prepare for treatment. Try to clear your mind.”
    Pam closed the door, dimmed the light, and took deep, calming breaths to center herself. She put on soft music and lit the infused healing candles. She had a friend who manifested energy into the candles before pouring them. Pam made it a point to have several types on hand. She could see Ralphie start to fidget on the table.
    “It’s going to be all right,” she said. “After treatment, I’ll have some cool water for you to drink, and we can talk about the experience.”
    “Whatever you say, Doc,” he said and