how she sweated in the shadows while he flashed his smile and took his bows. Everything always went off, just like magic, and he always managed to vanish by the time her raging headache set in, forcing her to lie in a dark room with a cold cloth over her eyes. ...
Once they recovered they usually wanted nothing more to do with you, even crossing the street to avoid you as if merely being seen with you in public was humiliating. One patient in particular illustrated this problem. Keith was a clever boy from a modest social background, the first of hi...