”“OK. She sounded really depressed,” I said.“She is. Whatever the original problem was, I think she might be clinically depressed. We’ll be ...ble to tell better tomorrow. If that’s what we think it is, she’ll need psychological counseling and probably oral Fluoxetine to dampen the symptoms. You probably know the trade name ‘Prozac’. But there’s no way we can give that to her here, in this setting. And, that only treats the depression, not whatever caused her breakdown in the first place.”“Shit,”. .not exactly. I have QES.Silence for a minute or two.Su-chan: Ohh :( is it bad?Me: It's my brain, hun :(Su-chan: omg...I'm so sorry :'(Me: It's fine. Doc gave me a Phazblox shot. A big one.Su-chan: Yeah, but I thought that was just a temporary fix. My mom hadQES in her arm last year and they had to cut it off cause the shots onlylast for a week or so...Me: Yeah, which is why I'm gonna be on the shots for the foreseeablefuture, and I'm seeing a therapist later today.Su-chan: omg...that. ”The man in the suit accompanied me in the boat, which took me across a bay to a populated area. The writing on the few shops looked Thai to me. We went to a two-story house. Inside there were women everywhere, their bodies covered in traditional Malaysian dress, heads covered even indoors with scarves that also covered their mouths. Only their eyes and a little dark hair was visible as to each of them. It was up to my imagination to guess at their figures and their face. I knew them from. But Judith had always secretly believed the stories. She had heard them first from her grandmother, who had lived in the village all her life, and who claimed they had been handed down from generations long forgotten, at a time when the tree was still young and the church had yet to be built. One reason why Judith believed them was that Grandma had told her another part of the story and had sworn her to secrecy.“They all tell the tale about going round three times,” Grandma had said.