“You want me to go to your poker game and watch you play?” Marshal felt relieved. As bizarre as this request was, it was not as bad as what he had feared a few minutes ago. Right now he’d accede to any request that would get Dr. Sunderland off his back, and get Shelly out of his office forever. “Are you kidding? You come to the game with the guys? Man, that would be a scene—coming to the game with my own private shrink!” Shelly slapped his knees as he guffawed. “Oh, man . . . great . . . Doc, that would make us legends, you and me—me bringing my shrink and his couch to the game . . . the guys
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