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As expected a sleepless night followed my meeting with the intimidating reporter. Like a runner who felt she was just inches from the goal line, Holly was not going to let up. Since our talk didn’t slow the stampede, I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. What could I do to turn the focus in a different direction?
Little by little my patients were leaving me. Most came up with excuses: they solved their problem, they reached a dead end and couldn’t justify continuing, they were called out of town or going on vacation. Few confronted me with the accusations going around town. My income dropped off precipitously to where I had to reach into my savings. If my patient list didn’t increase I’d have to cut off Hanna’s alimony. I couldn’t support two households. Maybe Hanna ha
