[She smiles faintly, nodding as Evelyn accepts the offer.] I am. I’ve just figured out that sometimes people are more comfortable sharing their woes if they can pretend they’re just talking to a bartender rather than a shrink.

[Okay, so that’s not really how Cami started out working at the bar—but it also isn’t false. Probably half the people that open up to her only do so when she doesn’t apply the labels of “therapist” and “patient.”]