“Greg, we will have a visitor for next week’s therapy session, a young lady from the osteopathic college”, said Dr. Sanders.
Such a fool.
WHY did he tell me about this girl?
Show up the following week at the mental health unit, go to Sanders office, him not there yet-the student walks in (ahem..well..a sweet thing).
She looks at me. I straighten up-
“Good afternoon, young lady, I AM Dr. Sanders.”
“Oh, uh, (puzzled) hello.”
I continue-“We will be meeting with Greg today. I must warn you, he has killed many people. You might want to sit close.”
“Uh, yes, of course.”
Dr. Sanders walks in-takes him a half second to figure things out.
Slaps his hands over his eyes…
Then looks at both of us..
“Uh, Cindy, I am Dr. Sanders, he is Greg…”
Cindy lasers me a look…and moved over 2 seats.
I promised NEVER to do it again.