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An extremely kind and solicitous coworker has been asking me, ever since Dad died, in a syrup-sweet voice, every time she sees me, if I'm alright. Today I nearly wanted to tell her to get out of my face. I said I was just tired, and she said I'd looked as though I had a cloud over my head. Maybe I do, and maybe I didn't want to talk about it right then. Gr. Ugh.