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“This has nothing to to with him,” Sherry insists.

“Your body plainly disagrees. I think you’re still dealing with the emotional fallout from your divorce,” says her therapist.

“Do you know what you’re saying, when you say that?” snaps Sherry. “Fallout isn’t what happens when you play Jenga. It’s radioactive shit that falls from the sky over hundreds of miles, and you can’t avoid it, and you go sterile and get cancer and everybody dies.”

“Point taken,” says her therapist calmly. “But you’re attacking my metaphors in order to avoid–”

“You don’t deal with fallout,” mutters Sherry. “It deals with you.”