Evil Shrink 2

I had pictured 'E. Editor, M.D.,' as a short, grumpy man with mutton-chops. She was, in fact, a swan-necked beauty with upswept hair the colour of crushed berries.

"Please. Sit." She fetched a tray with steaming cups of tea and a plate of dark chocolate HobNobs.

"Wow. You must have happy clients." I sipped tea and bit into a HobNob.

"Oh, I do." She had such an unusual smile. It made all my worries recede in the same way a wolf does when it's already killed you and you're in the process of floati...