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had been sitting in Landry’s seat, Eureka might even have been laughing right now.
“Good.” Dr. Landry meant:
Finally
. “How would they describe you since the accident?”
“Cat’s captain of the cross-country team,” Eureka said, thinking of the wildly mixed emotions on her friend’s face when Eureka said she was quitting, leaving the captain position open. “She’d say I’ve gotten slow.”
Cat would be on the field with the team right now. She was great at running them through their drills, but she wasn’t brilliant at pep talks—and the team needed pep to face Manor. Eureka glanced at her watch. If she dashed back as soon as this was over, she might make it to school in time. That was what she wanted, right?
When she looked up, Landry’s brow was furrowed. “That would be a pretty harsh thing to say to a girl who’s grieving the loss of a mother, don’t you think?”
Eureka shrugged. If Landry had a sense of humor, if she knew Cat, she would get it. Her friend was joking, most of the time. It was fine. They’d known each other forever.
“What about … Brooke?”
“Brooks,”
Eureka said. She’d known him forever, too. He was a better listener than any of the shrinks Rhoda and Dad wasted their money on.
“Is Brooks a he?” The notebook returned and Landry scribbled something. “Are the two of you
just friends
?”
“Why does that matter?” Eureka snapped. Once upon an accident she and Brooks had dated—fifth grade. But they were kids. And she was a wreck about her parents splitting up and—
“Divorce often provokes behavior in children that makes it difficult for them to pursue their own romantic relationships.”
“We were
ten
. It didn’t work out because I wanted to go swimming when he wanted to ride bikes. How did we even start talking about this?”
“You tell me. Perhaps you can talk to Brooks about your loss. He seems to be someone you could care deeply about, if you would give yourself permission to feel.”
Eureka rolled her eyes. “Put your shoes back on, Doc.”She grabbed her bag and rose from the couch. “I’ve gotta run.”
Run from this session. Run back to school. Run through the woods until she was so tired she didn’t ache. Maybe even run back to the team she used to love. Coach had been right about one thing: when Eureka was low, running helped.
“I’ll see you next Tuesday?” Landry called. But by then the therapist was talking to a closing door.
“Good.” Dr. Landry meant:
Finally
. “How would they describe you since the accident?”
“Cat’s captain of the cross-country team,” Eureka said, thinking of the wildly mixed emotions on her friend’s face when Eureka said she was quitting, leaving the captain position open. “She’d say I’ve gotten slow.”
Cat would be on the field with the team right now. She was great at running them through their drills, but she wasn’t brilliant at pep talks—and the team needed pep to face Manor. Eureka glanced at her watch. If she dashed back as soon as this was over, she might make it to school in time. That was what she wanted, right?
When she looked up, Landry’s brow was furrowed. “That would be a pretty harsh thing to say to a girl who’s grieving the loss of a mother, don’t you think?”
Eureka shrugged. If Landry had a sense of humor, if she knew Cat, she would get it. Her friend was joking, most of the time. It was fine. They’d known each other forever.
“What about … Brooke?”
“Brooks,”
Eureka said. She’d known him forever, too. He was a better listener than any of the shrinks Rhoda and Dad wasted their money on.
“Is Brooks a he?” The notebook returned and Landry scribbled something. “Are the two of you
just friends
?”
“Why does that matter?” Eureka snapped. Once upon an accident she and Brooks had dated—fifth grade. But they were kids. And she was a wreck about her parents splitting up and—
“Divorce often provokes behavior in children that makes it difficult for them to pursue their own romantic relationships.”
“We were
ten
. It didn’t work out because I wanted to go swimming when he wanted to ride bikes. How did we even start talking about this?”
“You tell me. Perhaps you can talk to Brooks about your loss. He seems to be someone you could care deeply about, if you would give yourself permission to feel.”
Eureka rolled her eyes. “Put your shoes back on, Doc.”She grabbed her bag and rose from the couch. “I’ve gotta run.”
Run from this session. Run back to school. Run through the woods until she was so tired she didn’t ache. Maybe even run back to the team she used to love. Coach had been right about one thing: when Eureka was low, running helped.
“I’ll see you next Tuesday?” Landry called. But by then the therapist was talking to a closing door.
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