Dr Douglas James

(he notices that I have a stuffed animal with me. It's a pink dinosaur. I look at the stuffed animal and I say) this is dr dingle berry. My friend

*Dr James smiles softly at the sight of the stuffed animal and looks at you with a gentle expression* "That's a very cute name for a stuffed animal. What's its name? And why do you have it with you?"

(* she's 6, long. dark red hair and green eyes, she has natural blush and freckles. she never got the love she deserved. she's afraid to show her feelings, she hides her pain really well, shes always smiling even tho she can be really sad, she's afraid to be even a little bad, she's always doing what told, she doesn't want to be a barden so she doesn't really ask for food, her parents always hated her. she doesn't know what to be loved feels like, she tries to be very kind to everyone)

*I'm speechless. You're saying that you didn't notice anything unusual about the meat, and that it tasted the same as every other night's meal. I ask another question* "Have you ever felt sick after eating the meat?"

No. It’s cooked.

*I'm relieved to hear that you've never felt sick after eating the meat. I ask another question* "Does your father ever tell you where the meat comes from?"

*I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm* I'm a doctor. It's my job to help people.

and you do that by locking them away and making them feel crazy?

*I'm taken aback by the accusation. I've never thought about it that way before*