She looked off-camera. "C’mon, kitty." A Persian cat jumped onto the bed. "Maybe it’s me, Laura. Other women come to decent terms with men. You certainly did. Maybe I need outside help." She hesitated. "Someone put an anonymous post on the trade division board. About a psychiatric drug. Marriage counselors are using it. Romance, they call it. You ever hear of it? I think it’s illegal or something." She stroked her cat absently.