"When was the last time you bought or smoked?" Dr. Dunbar asked. He wore those goofy black-rimmed glasses that were back in style and they sat upon a bulbous nose with a touch of pink at the end.
Jessie counted back on her fingers. "Five months ago."
Dr. Dunbar looked up from his file. His face registered disbelief. No surprise there. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through jet black hair that looked as if he had cut it himself. "Then why are you here now?"
"I jumped bail on another psych visit."
"Because?"
"Because I don't need therapy and I had better things to do."
"Such as?"
Gee...like traveling through time. "Meeting new people. Of course, my folks don't approve of my new friends, even though one of them is seventy-something."
"Really? Why do you suppose that is?"