"They're the same every single night, Dr. I see that horrible man's face in everything I do."The room seemed to spin around me as I began to recall my...dreams to Dr. Levinowitz. They were always an exact recollection of the events of that infamous day. A mixture of sounds, emotions, the unending media and press attention. I seemed to go into a trance as my eyes unfocused and my subconscious mind spilled its well-known secrets to the man sitting in front of me.It was a normal, dreary april Monday. He liked to play with the boxes of his mother's stockings, pretending he was a clerk in a department store like the one where she purchased her nylons from. He loved the way the stockings were so carefully packaged inside the box which helped him to understand how fragile and delicate the stockings were. He was mesmerized by the diaphanous tissue paper that was so perfectly and carefully wrapped around each pair and how the tissue paper was carefully secured by a paper band that acted almost. That wasn't good. Dad, Shirley and I went in with drawn pistols.In the living room, Mom was tied to a chair with a welt on the side of her head. I could hear rhythmic grunting from the guest room. Shirley went to Mom and started to untie her.Dad and I stealthily went down the hall to the guest room. Ed and his son had not tried to close that door. Ed was on top of Janice when Dad grabbed him and pulled him off Janice and let him bounce on the floor. Ed, Jr., was lying on the bed. Janice was. He felt her every feeling, he felt her joy, and he felt her tenderness, and her love and her intrinsic nature. She was a woman of iron, of tenderness, of integrity, a woman of great substance, the woman he loved passionately and devotedly within a few short hours.They held each other closely laughing and crying with the intensity of their feelings, before entering the cleanser together but were joined moments later by the dogs, who seemed happy to be part of such an important moment. They.