Is That My Baby?

�I have a hard time separating our worlds,� Diane sighed to Dr. Hubley. �Calling you Doctor in here, and Rose-Marie at home.�

�I know. But it�s important that we do it this way one last time, at least.�

�Okay. I can live with that. Oh, did I tell you? I did a search of all of my relatives, and I didn�t have any great uncle in Ireland. None. I have no idea who left me that money, or where so much money could come from.�

�Well, I wouldn�t worry about it.�

�I�m just worried the money has unsavory roots, that it�s really from...oh, never mind, you wouldn�t believe it.�

�Try me.�

�Never mind. Let�s just do this.�

�Okay,� Dr. Hubley said, picking up the paper. �Are you breathing? Take deep breaths, now. Don�t forget.�

�C�mon already. This isn�t Lamaze class. Let�s get to the damn letter and get it over with.�

Dr. Hubley read:

�Dear Diane:
�Step Nine. The Amends Step. I�m sure you know it well. I often wonder what was the nature of the things for which you felt the need to atone. Did you kick a dog? Yell at your mother? Cheat on your husband? Do something stupid? I�m sure that whatever you felt you did was forgivable. I wonder, however, if you have the capacity to forgive me.
�I know you want me to apologize for how I treated you. For manipulating you to kiss me in exchange for information about your partner. For using your dead husband�s ring to prove Don was killed, and for using you to cover up that whole mess while I was undercover. And for just using you.
�The truth is I�m not sorry for that.�

Diane huffed and said, �Some amends letter. He needs to go and re-read that step.�

Dr. Hubley laughed, and said, �Well, you already knew that he was guilt-impaired.� She continued reading: