When I opened them, I drew a circle in the middle of the blank page and labeled it "Allison's killer." I began drawing lines stemming from the circle and labeling these with whatever free associative thought I had. I thanked him and pulled a pen from my purse, then closed my eyes and concentrated for a moment. When I asked if I could trouble him for a clean sheet of paper, he kindly paused in his scribbling and tore off several sheets, handing them to me with a smile. The gentleman next to me was diligently making notes on a legal pad, and an idea occurred to me. I looked at the magazine I'd purchased for the flight and thought about reading it, but I was too wound up. As I sat on the plane I anxiously bobbed my knee up and down, staring out the window and pondering what to do to pass the time.
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