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answered, “Oh, a few are a little interested, but mostly it’s don’t call us or when you get an agent have them contact us with letters.  I’m beginning to think they see my age and don’t go further, assuming I can’t write with enough life experience or something.  On two where I didn’t give my age they acted interested until I later had to reveal I was still eighteen.  Most, I don’t think, actually even read my query letters.” 
                She played with her jewelry, finding herself working up into in a good pout.  So many other things actually concerned her more.  She shocked herself when she heard coming from her lips, “I’ve been miserable lately Tom, really out of sorts, for quite a while now.  I’m at loose ends or something.  I even tried to spice up my wardrobe making for a bolder, more daring starlet look.”  She chewed on her lower lip.  “That didn’t work out like I wanted either.”  With a snort of obvious irritation she admitted, “Everything turns around and bites me.  You know?”
                Looking at her as he always did when she said things he couldn’t comprehend he just stared.
                Deciding to share a little of her deeper emotions and see what he thought she said, “What bothers me most lately is I have this weird kind’a feeling.  Like I’m searching for something I need and want real bad, but I don’t have any idea what it is.  As weird as it sounds - it feels vital to my well being to find it, whatever it is, but it’s always a little beyond my reach and understanding.  I’m even having horrible nightmares about it.”  There, she’d shared it with someone.  Maybe with all his psych courses and experience he could figure it out.
                Tom patted her on the top of her head and chuckled.  “Tell me sis, does a fella enter into any of those things?”
                Jenny looked puzzled and greatly annoyed.  “A fella?!  Why on earth would you ask that?  A man?  Huh!”
                “Well, sis, the needing and wanting part . . . I thought perhaps it might be your female hormones or something.  You women can get so strange sometimes.  Once in a while even young girls, I mean really young, think they want to get pregnant and have babies.  Someone to nurture and love, they decide, when it’s them that needs the love and nurturing, from safe caregivers.  Hormones do strange things.  It’s a gal thing mostly, but guys have bounces in their psyche too.  Except, we men tend to keep it together a little better than you girls do.”
                Flustered and angry she jumped up and plopped down on the couch away from him.  “Oh yeah, you have it together all right.  You guys think everything in the whole world centers around sex!”
                “That’s not totally what I meant, sis.”  He scrubbed his face with his hands and tried again.  “If it’s not that, then are you unhappy about anything?” swiftly adding, “Other than your rejection letters?”
                Twining the finished necklace through her fingers she thought for a minute and slowly admitted, “Tom, it’s like I’m waiting for this huge, fantastic happening to occur, to fill a void or to make me whole again, complete . . . or something!  The feeling of emptiness or having lost something is getting stronger and stronger.  I just feel like . . . I need, I need . . . but I don’t know what!”
                His eyebrows shot up and he asked in his doctor voice, “Jennifer, you are being . . . careful, right?”  Before she could respond he asked, “Has anything happened that’s been stressful or made you overly unhappy?  You know, has any young man caused you harm or heartache?”  His face froze.  “Aww . . . Jen . . . you’re not pregnant are you?”
                “Oh, for the love of,” she muttered while actually