Maria's expression became somber with the topic change. She hated this, absolutely hated it, but something had to be done and there was no law on the island. "I'm afraid so. I had a patient last night, a teenage girl who'd gotten drunk in the pub with a boy. The next thing she knew she woke up in his bed, and yes the evidence says she had sex with him."
With a sigh she pulled the chair out from the writing desk and plopped down. She was so tired, but this had to be taken care of or she wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
"There was no way this girl would have been sober enough to give proper consent. I don't want to accuse someone of rape without knowing all the information and there aren't police here. I hate to ask this of you but I know the two of you aren't going to raise a lynch mob and string him up if you go talk to him."