It was not entirely fair to say that her previous psychiatrist had neglected to be very thorough in his record keeping and approach to her treatment. Janie had, after all, thrown a great deal of money (and other favors besides) at the man in order to assure she never had to sit for regular therapy sessions. It would look bad, for one thing, if her clients were to know she was receiving such treatment; there was still a certain amount of social stigma attached with having professional psychiatric care. And for another... She didn't want anyone trying to dissemble her and put her back together.
She and her tiger had an agreement. Anything that threatened the nature of that agreement...
Well. She would simply have to show this Dr. Lecter that she was quite well and able to function, with her medicinal treatment and other various measures in place, and then he would certainly write her the prescriptions she needed to renew.
The woman smiled softly and dipped her head for the man, rising in her plum dress and heels without a hair out of place or smudge to be seen of her artful makeup. "Doctor Lecter. Thank you for seeing me, sir," her accented voice greeted him with all pleasantness as she passed him to enter.