Kooky Lucy Frost (13)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (13)"
   
   Lucy was face to face with her altruistic and weirdly alternative psychiatrist, him never threatened, as he had mentioned in a past visit, because he knew who he was, and would only be that singular, radiant essence.  Anyway, the bizarre conversation ignited, yet while folk claim psychiatrists to be kooks, go meet a gastroenterologist, and unless his mother had intestinal problems or so on, he'll love to offer robotic sodomy.  Here we go:

DOCTOR
Have you seen them yet, and is that why you're nervous, having terrible tics around people?

LUCY
Looked confused, but elegantly probed.  Seen who my Doctor?  Can you be more clear?

DOCTOR
My cell phone is on; thus, this will have to be a bit ambiguous, like a puzzle--it is your job, as my patient, to put together the pieces.  The tall blonde women, the shrunken goblin types wearing sunglasses and hats, or those with large foreheads?  Do these types of people freak you out?

LUCY
I'm freaked out by everybody save my dog, Pap, and you, but at this moment . . .

DOCTOR
Look around Lucy.  Watch the people--if that's what they are.  And if you ever do decide to kiss a guy, make sure he is the type of boy you dreamed of in your youth--no other.  I'm gonna write you a prescription for an anti-psychotic--think of it as a scientific exorcism.  You may experience neurological problems down the road, but fight the good fight, and persevere to the end, for you are the light and the salt of the Earth.

   Lucy crinkled her nose like in those old DOBIE GILLIS reruns.