Kooky Lucy Frost (5)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (5)"
  
   Lucy got her blood-work done, as if it was like espionage or something, skulking into a physician's personal house, where his laboratory consisted of a fake or real skeleton, medical equipment, a living room turned into an examining room, and a Rembrandt, depicting Christ on the boat during the frightening storm--she got the idea, but broke away from immediate intuition, getting the creeps; then, calmly breathed, relaxing as the house was clean, the doctor clean-cut, not even a bit of monkey shadow, and his coat was an immaculate white with many objects placed within a pocket, and she wondered if he was going to poke her with any of them.  Anyway, after sitting on the examining room table, he asked which arm she wanted the blood drawn from, and she said the left; thus, he withdrew two vials; next, carefully placed them away while she just sat there like a dork, not knowing what to do at that particular point.  Then, they started a little conversation.

DOCTOR
My shrink friend has some suspicions about you.  Do you mind if I ask a few questions?

LUCY
Sure--I guess, I mean.

DOCTOR
No need for panic madame.  But for your entire life have people repeated mantras to you?  Telling you you're this way or that way?  That things which you sincerely know happened in your personal history, they would insist to you that they didn't happen?  That you don't deserve?  Or were relationships with males always about them mocking you behind your back, yet they kept repeating they loved you?  Did people put mantras into your mind, always trying to influence you against your natural, inborn instincts?

LUCY
Her forest green eyes swirled in weirdness, and as she blew a bit of dirty blonde out of her eyes, she realized this man was clean and honest, most-likely trying to help, and that he was exactly right.  Her whole life people had been assholes save Pap, or influenced those she loved to not love her, if they were like her, and that's why her Mom went away--she just knew.  Damn Doctor--I think you made me realize something.  And the answer to your question is a definite yes.  So, do I go now and see my shrink, uh, I mean my psychiatrist tomorrow for the results?

   He nodded his head, and kooky Lucy Frost bolted with live-action, knowing most of the world was one fat, hairy, ugly, and unacceptable prick.