Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Dr. Jay Branson Journal Entry At approximately 1400 hours, Mrs. Grace Solomon was brought to my office for her session. She sat stoically, not saying much, except for repeating the same statement twice. “Closed mouths don’t get fed.” I’ve heard that same statement from Ms. Yarring. Now, Grace is playing copycat. Elizabeth has that effect on people. She stared at me for a long time, without speaking. I got the sense that Mrs. Solomon felt she didn’t belong here. She’s said as much before, but today I wanted to stay away from the topic. We had more pressing matters to discuss. She sat across from me with her hands folded in her lap, her back straight as though she were ready and willing to take it on the chin. As though she suspected what was coming. Mirroring, as I call it. First, I ex

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