It will be my little secret. My precious. I will not trade it for anything. Not even at the confession booth. He would have known anyways. What is my secret? Hah! I’m not telling. Dr. Hamill fixes his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “Have you ever used any illicit substances?”
“Oh my, yes I certainly have, Doctor! I mean, I went from college in the late 70s to the music industry in the 80s. If it can make you feel good, I’ve tried it at least twice! But I don’t have the time for any serious habit. I’m just too busy.”
The doctor withdrew a key from a pocket inside his coat & used it to open the bottom drawer on his desk. Did angels sing as he opened it? Was light shining from within? Was that the smell of her high school sweetheart's shampoo? "Try this," he said, holding a bottle. "It's love."