Kelly Worthington, the daughter of a famous romance writer, sat across from Jax and twirled her golden split ends. She was prescribed numerous anxiety drugs, disliked to be touched, and had recently complained about her v****a and how she thought it was a monster. Clinical was an understatement concerning his first afternoon appointment. Kelly was demented, an atheist, and sometimes she believed she was a witch with special powers of a secret Oracle that she felt uncomfortable discussing with Jax. He knew she was harmless, though, and had never hurt anyone in her circle of friends and acquaintances or herself. Frankly, Kelly’s major problem was attention, which she felt that she needed twenty-four hours a day, even when she was sleeping.
His second afternoon appointment was Ralph Waterhou
