CHAPTER 17
Dr. Jacob is wearing wide-rimmed glasses today, the kind that would make most women look dowdy, but she’s well-dressed and young enough to pull it off, even though they slip down her nose like a pair of spectacles as we talk about my past.
“So you both went to different colleges?” she asks as she reads what I managed to write about Chris.
“Yeah, but he transferred to Spokane our junior year.”
She nods without a hint of surprise, so I wonder if she’s already read that part and is just saying something to fill in the silence.
“And your episode with the depression? You think that was because you’d been apart for a year?” There’s a slight trace of incredulity in her voice. I try to guess her age. Mid-thirties? Has she ever been married? Is she another one of those shrinks who t
