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Show 104. he'd bought the necklace. Gayle was worth it. She was used to nice things and she deserved the best from him. "JD," she interrupted his thoughts. "What made you so jumpy tonight? When we first got to the dance?" "You don't want to hear about it, Gayle. The subject is verbotin, remember?" "Do you know what I think?" she slid a steaming mug across the counter for him. "What?" "I think you should go to Cheyenne to see a psychiatrist." "You think I've really flipped, huh?" "No, JD, but you will if you don't get some help." "I've thought of it myself. Maybe it would only take once or twice. Chic told me the same thing." "Oh, Chic! Leave him out of this. What does he know?" "What does anybody know?" JD said under his breath. Then, sounding hopeless, "but getting to see a shrink is impossible, Gayle. Dad couldn't pay for it. Neither could I." "Well, I suppose it was a stupid idea," Gayle looked desolate. "Have you really tried to get hold of yourself, JD? You know--just quit talking about it. Quit dwelling on it. You know you've hecome sort of a bore on the subject, don't you?" JD looked at her hard. She wasn't mincing words. He poked at the marshmallow with his spoon. "Yeah, I suppose I have." "Just tell yourself it was all a bad dream!" she suggested, her voice too bright. "Yeah, well, it doesn't work." A glum silence fell over them. JD wondered why he'd ever expected her to understand anything. "JD, what you do is your own business." He shook his head. "But what I do is our business, if it affects the way we are together. I know I promised not to talk about the UFO, but you brought it up." "Well, I won't again. You can count on it." Her face had suddenly gone rigid. What was she saying? |