CHAPTER SIX
Gloria flopped naked on her bed, her body relaxed, the tension eased, pounded out by a steaming hot shower. She sipped slowly from a tall gin and tonic, inhaling on a cigarette between sips, the cold liquid erasing the harsh smoke. For a moment, she gave in to the marvelous sensation of freedom that comes to a nine to fiver lying home in bed on a weekday.
Away from the doctor and the office, her alternatives were clear. The marathon session was out of the question. He had set the scene up on the egotistical or maniacal, either was plausible, premise that his skill to lead them was greater than their despair, and he had forewarned them that their common denominator was a s****l problem. In twenty-four hours, as the resistance and defenses wore thin through fatigue and mounting
