"Oh, I don't care much for doctors," she said, but not dismissively.
I leaned in a little, and gave my scotch a sip. "Why is that?"
"I just detest the way they size people up ... and pronounce their judgements. So arrogant..."
I sat quietly for a moment, trying to read her face. Something was off -- not quite right.
She conceded, "Maybe I had too many bad experiences, growing up. I saw a lot of them."
"Of course," I nodded. "Osteogenesis imperfecta! You know, I thought your eyes were really striking."
"See?" she recoiled. "That's exactly the kind of atrocious behavior I'm talking about."