One of the therapists was talking about the difficulty she was having dealing with a movie she'd seen about child molestation. We must be ever vigilant to dig and probe at the memories lest a single stone be left unturned. The third lady told a sordid story of how she herself had been molested at age three by her pet cocker spaniel. She'd neer remembered it until she was playing scrabble the night after a particularly difficult therapy case went to trial. The fourth lady gave a long and rather disjointed explanation of why we could never trust men.
Sisters have to protect each other et cetera.
Finally she finished and burst into tears of righteous indignation. Surely it will elicit a response equivalent in appreciation and understanding. At the end of the lecture one student stands and asks a silly question. Cleave to him. He is the only one who was listening.