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Kids’ Krusade for Krissendom
                              (Fantastic Transactions 3, 2006)

          “Thanks  for  coming  up  here  in  the  middle  of  the  week,  Dr.
        Easton.  I  know  you  have  patients  who  will  be  distressed  at  your
        absence.”
          The  psychiatrist  eased  his  tweedy  torso  into  the  padded  but
        straight-backed  chair  across  a  small  table  from  the  information
        officer.
          “National  emergencies  are  not  the  sort  of  call  I  usually  receive
        from my exchange in the pre-dawn hours, Colonel Sennick. Truth to
        tell,  as  I  treat  children  exclusively,  my  absence  will  largely  be  an
        occasion  for  rejoicing.  And  please  call  me  Rod:  informality  is  my
        stock-in-trade.”
          The woman’s painfully-executed ice-breaking smile almost reached
        the  melting  point  suggested  by  her  iceberg-lettuce-green  blouse.
        “Yes. Then you may address me as Sarah, until and unless we appear
        in public together. Now let’s get down to cases.”
          “Would you like me to take notes?”
          “That will not be necessary. You had a top security clearance when
        you served in Vietnam and we had you thoroughly vetted before I
        called. You may assume our conversation is being recorded. If need
        be, a redacted transcript will be made available to you pursuant to the
        Freedom of Information Act.”
          The doctor shrugged professionally. “I presume you want none of
        what we discuss to go beyond this room. Fine. You are consulting
        me: the normal confidentiality of the doctor-patient relationship is in
        force, as far as I’m concerned. I could not stay in business otherwise.
        But  you  must  know  that  largely  as  a  result  of  my  Army  Medical
        Corps  service  I  decided  to  specialize  in  helping  disturbed  children
        when I returned to civilian practice. I  have no current  expertise  in
        dealing with traumatized soldiers. The service must have dozens of
        qualified doctors, all with the latest data on psychotropic drugs. That
        makes me wonder why you need me, Sarah.”
          Colonel Sennick frowned unprepossessingly and looked down at a
        folder in her lap. Fluorescent ceiling fixtures glinted silver highlights
        on  her  hair,  slightly  longer  than  regulation.  “That  will  become
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