He asked her if she needed counseling to deal with what had happened. She said all she needed were boundaries before immediately hanging up. Then she realized her hands were shaking so badly, as though they wanted nothing to do with her anymore, that she dropped the phone and her notes at the foot of the podium and spent a few minutes crouched on the floor, picking up the pieces of plastic and sheets of paper and putting everything back together again. The whole class had turned silent, bewildered by the sight of Dr. Vicente’s professional severity being undermined by the frailty of her outstretched arms. It was then that Lacey started speaking to her.