Ol' Blue Eyes

"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."