What makes you think it has to be about you? Does everything have to be about you? Can't I have my own pain? Does the world have to be all you, you, y...u? I can take care of my own damn self without a fucking therapy session every time you think I have to share my goddamn feelings!" Fresh tears spilled from my eyes, and I shut up to try and hide. Hide the pain they represented.Gretchen wasn't having any of that, though. "Then if it's not about me, tell me what it is?" she demanded."I..." Wiping. .. I look insane, don't I?" What? No --" It's just... I've been having these weird dreams lately and when I sawthese clothes it was like I couldn't resist! I had to put them on! And Iknow I look crazy but it felt so good and before I knew it I had justwalked out the door, and now I can't --" Wait, slow down, slow down - weird dreams?" Jamie grabbed the boy by hisshoulders.Sam sniffled. "Y-yeah, every single night. It's like I'm in some weirdexercise video and I'm doing all the moves. I can't. I love to operate, but one of the nice things about being on clinic duty (other than no night call) is that I get to take some time away from being a bad-ass, take-no-prisoners surgical resident and just be a girl: skirt, heels, make-up, that sort of thing. I even get to have my nails done; long nails are a strict no-no in the O.R.The only hassle about clinic month is that I have to deal with all the faculty members who make it abundantly clear that they really want to fuck me.It was in the. I made us both some tea and gently asked her to start from the beginningand to tell me more. I learned that her husband was a junior accountantat a firm in town and made a decent, but not overwhelming, salary plusVicki worked three nights a week at a department store in the mall on thehighway. So money wasn't really a problem, although clearly they didn'thave any to waste. I asked her if the cooking classes hadn't helped abit. She said that nothing she made at home came out like the way it.