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Gloria was my flaming redhead who had insisted on being my first patient of the day as she equated first with favorite. She was sitting in the waiting room paging through a magazine when I arrived. She looked glum and did not give me the usual smile when I greeted her, suggesting something was amiss. In our last interview, interrupted by the twitter storm, she had broken up with her long term companion because he wanted a commitment and she wasn’t sharing the same feelings. She talked about a man at work she felt attracted to who had asked her out. She hadn’t yet accepted but had decided she would. I expected her reaction was related to that experience.
Nicely attired in a green knit dress, she sat on my sofa and immediately choked up. “I went out with Ed,” she said, her lips quiverin
