a healthy dose of poor me and she could feel eeyore syndrome infecting her , the sob building in her chest , behind her very professional white shirt under her very professional jones new york navy blue suit jacket and it rose up past her throat , past the pearls that sandy had given her when she graduated high school , past the flush rising up her neck behind her ears , making her inner ears itch and her eyes about to start pouring tears out of a choked eyelid .