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But it exhausted her, drained her As the weather had begun to turn cold again, it took all her effort to get up in theher hair had been such a daunting prospect that shed avoided it altogether Cooking dinner and doing the dishes sapped so h she had to sit down

That all would have been okay, and by that she meant acceptable levels of depression, if only it had ended there Last week, unfortunately, shed been too tired to brush her teeth in the , and shed driven the kids to school in her pajamas

"I dont knohy thats such a big deal," shed said to her husband that night when he asked her about it Hed taken a job at his old station, and the lessened responsibilities gave him too much tiiene Its not like I went postal "

"Youre depressed," hed said, pulling her against hiood "

That had hurt, although, to be honest, not as much as it should have "So eon I hardly need a physical exaularly You know that "

"Better safe than sorry," was his answer, and so now, here she was on the ferry, going in to the city The truth was—although she wouldnt have ad in She was tired of being depressed, tired of feeling worn out Maybe a prescription of soet a thirty-year friendship that had ended badly

When the ferry docked, she drove off the buray dish don and negotiated the hill up to the hospital, where she found a parking spot in the garage, then walked across the street and into the lobby After a quick check-in, she headed for the elevator

Forty minutes later, after shed read every article in the newest edition of Parents azine, she was led back to an examination room, where a nurse took all the usual stats and information

When she was left alone again, Kate picked up the new People and flipped it open

There was a picture of Tully, lass She looked gorgeous in a black Chanel dress and glittery, beaded shrug Below the photograph, it read: Tallulah Hart at a gala charity event at the Chateau Maran

The door opened Dr Marcia Silver stepped into the roo down on her wheeled stool, she glided forward, reading Kates chart "So, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"My husband thinks Im depressed "

"Are you?"

Kate shrugged "A little blue maybe "

Marcia made a note in the chart "Its been almost exactly twelve o "