The next day, a couple entered her office. The black leather couch facing her chair sat empty for but a moment. She got up as the two women walked in, held her hand out toward the couch. She usually didn't do this sort of therapy, but decided it was best for them and her. Going out on a limb wouldn't hurt her. The clock ticked as the three sat there in silence. Five minutes went by. Still nothing. Is there anything either of you would like to say? Of course not. These two may as well be five year olds bickering over a Barbie doll. How did they manage to get into sharing an apartment together, living together, sleeping together? Ten minutes.. fifteen. It was all silence. She tried to open them up. She took her glasses off and set the black frames on the brown table. Twenty. Her clipboard rested on her knees, it was blank. The thoughts behind her eyes were enough. Thirty. The dark haired one eyed the light haired one. She spoke to the woman without the glasses- I don't care about this, she's still wrong in my eyes. Forty. The light haired one opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She bit her lip instead. It said everything though: I haven't really thought about this, but I do agree with anything she may have to say. Fifty. She picked her glasses back up. You both are children sitting before me. Your time here is wasted, I suggest you both just go find another place to live and forget any of this happened. Maybe you'll luck out and it won't happen again.
|
old new book profile design host |