Dr. Jeremy stood on the street corner facing an elderly couple. His face was flushed with color, and his eyes were bright. The chilled wind raced through the streets, informing people that autumn had decided it was time…

Dr. Jeremy was droning on. It was an interesting turn of events. Normally, I paid to visit the psychologist at his office and tell him my troubles. Yet here he was, in my apartment, doing all the talking. The entire uni…