“Yes, of course they do, Eleanor,” he said calmly. “But when people are feeling sad they have a little cry, maybe eat too much ice cream, stay in bed all afternoon. What they don’t do is think about drinking drain cleaner, or opening their veins with a bread knife.” Despite myself, I shuddered at the thought of those sharp, sharp teeth. I shrugged, acquiescing. “Touché, Raymond,” I said. “I can’t counter your reasoning.”
