I drove the boy who never spoke over the hills to see the shrinks. He’d spent over a year in his bedroom refusing to speak to anyone. Nobody knew why, although I had my own private theories. When I picked him up for the appointment he didn’t resist: he just got in the car and sat next to me, silently watching the passing trees blur. Well I knew that the specialists would all have nothing to say and that they’d take a very long time saying it. So the closer we got to the appointment the wiser his silence seemed.