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obvious annoyance.
    “Well I promise to leave peacefully if you will let me have a looksee at the sign–in clip board.” Candy bats her eyelashes flirtatiously.
    “Why?” Mildred draws the word out as she looks up over her glasses at Candy.
    “It’s a secret, but don’t worry, I’m not planning anyone’s demise, not just yet. Pinky and I just want to know what that tall drink of water’s name was.”
    I roll my eyes as I look around Candy’s shoulder. “Don’t mind her, Mildred; she’s in rare form today.”
    Mildred glances back at Candy and then to me. “No Tally, I’m afraid this is her usual form. His name is Trey and that is all I’m going to tell you, now off with you. Tally, you have a meeting with Dr. Stacey in a few minutes I suggest you not miss it.”
    I smile at her and grab Candy’s hand, pulling her quickly away from the front desk before she can smart off to Mildred and get herself in trouble. Candy loved to aggravate Mildred and for some reason I had the sneaky suspicion that Mildred was one of those people you could only push so far before she reared back and stabbed you with a pencil.
    “Trey?” Candy says his name as if he is a strange new fungus. “He doesn’t look like a Trey.”
    “What were you expecting?”
    “I don’t know, maybe Running Eagle, or something more Native American-ish.”
    I shake my head at her. “Stereotype much? This isn’t a movie you know?”
    Candy snaps her fingers. “Damn and here I thought I was Wynona Ryder and you were Angelina Jolie in Girl Interrupted .”
    “Phuulease, if anyone is Angelina’s character it is your crazy old ass.” I keep walking as she stops.
    “Where are you going?” She asks me.
    “In case you missed it, I have a therapy session,” I tell her as I turn around but continue to walk backwards.
    “What about planning your next encounter with tall, dark and…,”
    “If you say lickable, I’m going to puke,” I warn her.
    She winks at me. “You’re the one who said it Pinky.”
    I throw my hands in the air and turn around, ignoring her hollering about my future children needing names that reflect their mixed heritage. I swear that woman is going to scare me sane.
     
    ~
    “Hi Tally,” Dr. Stacey waves me in as she continues to stack files that are scattered across her desk. I take my usual spot on the plaid love seat across from the two mahogany chairs that circled around a matching mahogany coffee table. I watch as she calmly finishes what she is doing and I’m struck again by how collected she always appears. I’ve never seen her frazzled or out of sorts. I wonder what that must be like because I always feel frazzled and out of sorts. I wonder what I must look like to her. She must think I’m such a mess, which, duh, I kind of am, hence my current residence at a psychiatric hospital. I shrug inwardly and take comfort in knowing that I am far from the worst patient in this place.
    I turn to look out the window and notice that the sky has clouded over and rain is beginning to sporadically pelt the ground. My mind wanders as I listen to the pitter patter of the rain drops on the glass. I wonder where the guy from the rec room has gone, what he’s doing, and how nice it must be to have the freedom to leave this place. The thought suddenly makes me feel smothered and I try to take a slow breath to keep from hyperventilating right there in the middle of the doc’s office.
    “Tally?”
    I turn at the sound of my name and based on the look on Dr. Stacey’s face , she must have called my name several times before I finally looked at her. Back when I had first begun sessions with Dr. Stacey, I had put up a wall as tall as the Great Wall of China, hiding behind my usual sarcasm and smartass-ness. She had taken it with much grace and patience and I had grown to respect the fact that she didn’t reach across the table and smack me, which I totally deserved. I was finally worn down by her persistent kindness and had begun