“You have to sleep.”
Mel laid her head back, resting it against the wall behind her chair. She sighed as she sought the words to express what she needed.
“Doc, if I suppress what I’m feeling, I’ll never remember.”
“Suppressed memory?”
“Yeah.”
The doctor, hair grayed beyond her years by the work she did, sat silent for some time. “You just stepped outside my area of expertise. Have you scheduled a psych eval?”
“Yeah, this afternoon.”
“Busy day.”
“It’s a long drive from the ranch to Albuquerque. I try to pack as much as possible in one trip.”
The doctor stood, walking to the portable table holding the laptop. She typed rapidly.
“I want to see you in six weeks, and you better have gained at least four pounds.” She looked over the top of her glasses at her patient. “And not all on ca
