Chapter Eight

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Dr. Jay Branson Journal Entry At approximately 0900 hours, Mrs. Grace Solomon was brought to my office for our semiweekly session. She sat across from me, with her hands tucked under her thighs, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. When she intermittently removed her hands from beneath her thighs, in order to make a point, her hands shook. Suffice it to say, the patient exhibited nervous tendencies. I don’t recall this behavior during our first session, but this being only the second, and the patient having no prior psychiatry treatment on record, I had little to go on. Grace Solomon appeared sort of childlike in the way she arranged herself, and her body language suggested she is hiding something. At one point, she folded her arms around her body and seemed to be hugging herself.

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