Dr. Gorin pauses. “You don’t. March to
a different beat. Or whatever cute phrase someone uses. What you are is
this: deeply strange. You’re extremely smart and very very weird. If
you wanted, you could go back to school. You could pay very close
attention to what everyone around you is doing and you could try to
emulate them. Eventually, you will probably succeed. You could be like
everyone else. Perhaps shaded just enough to the left to be thought a
class clown.”“Oh,” Jillian licks her lips. “Um.”
“I think that would be a goddamn shame.”