Yet she ached to tell him. Maybe, someday, there would be a way. But for now she had to be content with whatever meager nourishment she could extract from the thin gruel of honoring her professional code of behavior. And to be content, also, with behaving as Jess would have wanted her to behave—to offer all possible aid to his former therapist. This would not be easy. Carol had never met a shrink she liked. And she liked this particular shrink, Dr. Streider, less than most: he whined too much, took himself too seriously, and resorted to puerile macho football images. And, even though he was
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