"Christopher Moore - The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

Three of his ex-girlfriends were her patients. She opened the door.
He was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a gray shirt with black epaulets
that might have been part of a uniform at one time. He was clean-shaven, with
long sandy hair tied neatly into a ponytail. A good-looking guy in an Ichabod
Crane soft of way. Val guessed he was stoned. His girlfriends had talked about
his habits.
"Dr. Riordan," he said. "Theo Crowe." He offered his hand.
She shook hands. "Everyone calls me Val," she said. "Nice to meet you.
Come in." She pointed to the living room.
"Nice to meet you too," Theo said, almost as an afterthought. "Sorry
about the circumstances." He stood at the edge of the marble foyer, as if
afraid to step on the white carpet.
She walked past him and sat down on the couch. "Please," she said,
pointing to one of a set of Hepplewhite chairs. "Sit."
He sat. "I'm not exactly sure why I'm here, except that Joseph Leander
doesn't seem to know why Bess did it."
"No note?" Val asked.
"No. Nothing. Joseph went downstairs for breakfast this morning and found
her hanging in the dining room."
Val felt her stomach lurch. She had never really formed a mental picture
of Bess Leander's death. It had been words on the phone until now. She looked
away from Theo, looked around the room for something that would erase the
picture.
"I'm sorry," Theo said. "This must be hard for you. I'm just wondering if
there was anything that Bess might have said in therapy that would give a
clue."
Fifteen percent, Val thought. She said, "Most suicides don't leave a
note. By the time they have gone that far into depression, they aren't
interested in what happens after their death. They just want the pain to end."
Theo nodded. "Then Bess was depressed? Joseph said that she appeared to
be getting better."
Val cast around her training for an answer. She hadn't really diagnosed
Bess Leander, she had just prescribed what she thought would make Bess feel
better. She said, "Diagnosis in psychiatry isn't always that exact, Theo. Bess
Leander was a complex case. Without compromising doctor-patient
confidentiality, I can tell you that Bess suffered from a borderline case of
OCD, obsessive compulsive disorder. I was treating her for that."
Theo pulled a prescription bottle out of his shirt pocket and looked at
the label. "Zoloft. Isn't that an anti-depressant? I only know because I used
to date a woman who was on it."
Right Val thought. Actually, you used to date at least three women who
were on it. She said, "Zoloft is an SSRI like Prozac. It's prescribed for a
number of conditions. With OCD the dosage is higher." That's it, get clinical.
Baffle him with clinical bullshit.
Theo shook the bottle. "Could someone O.D. on it or something? I heard
somewhere that people do crazy things sometimes on these drugs."
"That's not necessarily true. SSRIs like Zoloft are often prescribed to
people with major depression. Fifteen percent of all depressed patients commit
suicide." There, she said it. "Antidepressants are a tool, along with talk
therapy, that psychiatrists use to help patients. Sometimes the tools don't