What I saw was a young attractive girl with a cute yet evil grin and right behind her was her mother peeping over the shoulder of her daughter only to... look down at me again. she asked me if I was ready and I said yes. she slowly powered up the vehicle a little and the vehicle started putting pressure on the lemon. I look up and I see a huge happy grin with a devilish tinge to it. towering in front of me. she gave me a slight wink and asked me to remove my fingers now that the lemon would stay. She must have decided I was being truthful with them, because she started talking to the other women in their dialect. She continued for a few minutes, and I finally realized it was a cross between French and Portuguese that they were speaking. I listened in and realized I could understand a lot of what they were saying, when they didn't speak too fast. I decided to keep this little kernel of information to myself for now, because it might come in handy later on. I just sat with a small smile. Another part of me doesn’t want to distance myself that much from the rest of civilized people. As the old saying goes, I still have to put my pants on one leg at a time.”The aide rushed up with a tray with three glasses on it. He served each of us, bowed, and moved away.Elsa commented, “I can see how you can quickly get spoiled with this level of service and attentiveness.”I nodded. “It can wear thin. People also attribute opinions, possessions, and other things to you that aren’t accurate or. . Wait. Are you saying I’ll be cured when I think I’m cured.I smiled at her but didn’t respond.MD: That’s stupid.I nodded.Dr K: I agree. Totally stupid.Dr K: I’ll tell you what. You go and spend the next few days with the Davidson family. Go to school with Liz and her friends. Watch TV, talk to your friends, listen to music, learn to play a new song, do whatever inspires you. And when you get a moment, think about a better way of deciding when you’re cured. Then, when you come in to see me next.