“Doc, I’m sorry I’m calling so early, but I need to see you.” Ellie sobbed. “I told my grandfather I want to get an abortion and he said he’ll never forgive me if I do.” It took Kate a few seconds to register Ellie’s words. She’d been in the middle of a strange dream where Simon and Miranda were having boisterous sex on a desk in a classroom full of children, and a maitre d’ donning a mask was shouting, “Bravo. A+!” while Kate sat in the corner of the room wearing a white dunce hat. In the distance, past the schoolyard, there was Adam, garbed in medieval finery, galloping towards the school on a white stallion. “Doc, you up? Please, I need your help. I don’t know what to do.” The dream faded as Ellie’s words registered. Kate sat up and rubbed her eyes, glancing at the clock on her nightstand. It was eight o’clock in the morning. She cleared her throat. “Can you meet me at my office in an hour?” “Yes. Thanks, Doc,” the teen replied gratefully. “I’ll take a cab.
