Dr. Cooke also comforted her by helping her to assume a different perspective—to consider the loss of Rusty in her entire life trajectory: she was only nineteen, memories of Rusty would fade away. A few months hence she would rarely think of him; in a few years she would have only a vague recollection of a nice young lad named Rusty. Other men would come along. In fact, another man was coming along, for, as he spoke, Dr. Cooke insidiously edged his chair closer. He assured Carol that she was an attractive, a very attractive woman, held her hand when she wept, hugged her tightly at the end of
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