'... my conjecture here is that in *real* life Scottie is just a mild mannered unregarded man who wouldn't harm a fly ...' That's warm, Camille, but not quite right. You should visualise someone more along the lines of Edmund Gwynn in the old Frank Capra movies. I've found that the persona of senile, bumbling good nature to be an extremely effective cover. Once that was established I realised I could get away with almost anything. The habit of suing the indigent for unpaid fees; that daily attendance at 'punishment call' in the local prison; my insistence on lying up *on* the couch beside my better looking women patients - all these are put down to my funny little, endearing ways as an elder statesman of the community. You're too young for all that but in light of your present environment may I suggest a façade of extreme Anglified primness & correctness? This will discourage rival sisters, present a challenge to the rough trade from the outback & make you the obvious recipient for the confidences of strangers - a commodity so valuable, as we all know, for any writer. Scottie B.