there was no lisa oberman when you were at berkeley. what are you doing, checking up on me? for what? i said hoberman. hoberman. lisa hoberman with an "h." you do? all right. thank you very much. i can get my butt kicked for this. you're not supposed to be here. it will only take a minute. bring it up. that's dr. garner, isn't it? bring up '83. you shouldn't leave your door open. i didn't. there's something wrong with my lock. what do you want? tell me about catherine. she told you, didn't she? what did she tell me, beth? i slept with her once in school. i was just a kid. i was experimenting. it was just that one time. she developed a fixation on me. she styled her hair like mine. she wore the same kind of clothes i did. scared me. isn't that what she told you? she said it was you. you dressed like her. you dyed your hair blond. dyeing my hair had nothing to do with her. did you know noah goldstein? i had him for 2 classes. you saw the reports. you never said anything! like what? "hey, guys, i'm not gay, but i did your suspect"? i was embarrassed. it was the only time i'd bee