::Why do you lead with your chin, Syn?:: Anya had asked. It was the first time she understood mind speech. Syn was startled.
“I don’t lead with my chin, princess, I state the obvious.”
“No, you neglect to say what makes you remarkable.”
“And that would be…”
“You have a PhD in clinical psychology specializing in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I had access to the manifest. You graduated from Temple at the top of your class and received your PhD from the University of Pennsylvania, an Ivy League School, last time I looked,” Anya answered with a smile.
“That just makes me a well-educated prostitute.”
“And being a physician makes me a well-educated bastard as Sister Edwana took great pains to remind me.” Anya linked her arms through Syn’s and they moved to sit on Syn’s bunk. As I said, I
