DR. FRANKLER SMOOTHED OUT her expression before addressing me. "Tru, I'd be happy to talk to you about anything you need. That is my job, after all."
I swallowed hard. "Okay."
"But," she said. "Can we discuss Dante first?"
When I nodded, she continued. "How did you meet him?"
"At lunch. He was hanging out with Bobby. I really didn't ... I mean, I don't know Dante at all. He was Bobby's friend."
I felt more relaxed all of the sudden, that feeling of connecting with the doctor enveloping me again. Before I could become suspicious, words streamed from my mouth like a plane on autopilot.
"He was weird to me. I even thought he called me a dummy once. I mean who says that? But he actually said idimmu--" I slapped a hand on my mouth. What was I saying? I tried to laugh it off. "Um, which i
