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turn and stands up, extending a hand to Dr. Marshall.
He shakes her hand without a hesitation. I think Kate puts more pressure on the handshake than is really necessary.
"Dr. Marshall, I presume," she says without her usual smile or easy way with people. She's quite cold in fact.
"And you must be Kate, Skye's very protective best friend," Dr. Marshall replies without showing any sign of frost-bite. Good because I'm currently frozen between his office door and the waiting room.
"What are you doing here?" I finally ask when I realize Kate is now starting a glaring match with my psychologist, who is not ready to back down either. Maybe they all need to see a professional because they're all nuts.
"I wanted to surprise you and force you to do some shopping. I got a call from your mother. She wants me to drag you to get some new clothes. She said you'd go, but you mentioned nothing about it. So I guess you didn't exactly decide."
"And you're deciding for me?"
"Of course not, you'll buy whatever you want ... but in your size," she says pointing at my too large tee-shirt with her perfect burgundy nail. "It'll be good to get rid of all these clothes. You're moving on, and your clothes should too."
I'm about to protest because I really don't like to go shopping, but Dr. Marshall is faster. "I think your friend is right, Skye. Don't forget what we talked about. Don't close yourself up to the world and let only your friends and family in."
I ponder his words and nod defeated. Kate is already bouncing on her tiny feet and dragging me toward the elevator before I can even say good-bye to Dr. Marshall, so I just wave. However I don't miss the little smile on his lips or the laughter in his clear blue eyes that I still can't decipher, but I'm discovering that I can figure out when he's amused by something. It's a good start.
The elevator doors are closing on us. Two other people are inside, talking about company mergers when Kate grabs my hand and squeezes hard enough to make me cringe. "Don't think I'm going to let you off the hook. We're going to hunt for some new clothes while talking about that very young and very cute psychologist of yours."
Chapter Four
SKYE
"And what do you think about this one?" I ask Kate pointing at a black turtleneck top. I know it's not something she'd wear, or if she did, she would pair it with a trendy and colorful skirt. Nothing I'd do.
"Hmm ... I think you're trying to avoid the really important subject of conversation," she replies as she takes the top in my size which looks way too tiny compared to what I'm used to wearing. I don't say anything because I know she has a real eye for clothes, and if she thinks it's my size, it must be. I'm just not sure I'll feel comfortable wearing things that hug my body so tight.
Rolling my eyes and shrugging dismissively, I don't want to play along and make a big deal out of nothing. Yes, Dr. Marshall is young. No, I haven’s told anyone his real age. Yes, I like my appointments with him. So what? It's a good thing if I feel better talking to him. That's the purpose of this therapy after all.
"Ask away. I know you're dying to grill me."
"Don't sound so annoyed, Skye." She takes a light grey blouse, examines it with her laughing blue eyes and presses the fabric between her fingers. She cocks her head to one side, assesses me and then adds it to the three other tops on her arm, all of them for me. "You're the one who was hiding this nerdy, cute psychologist of yours. How old is he anyway?"
"I don't really know, but it's his first year of practice. It was a shock when I first saw him. I expected a man close to his retirement or something, which is ridiculous because there are young psychologists everywhere."
"Do you realize you ramble when you talk about him?" she asks me with a frown, her hunt for new clothes temporarily postponed. She means serious business. I don't like it.
I nod and put my unmanageable frizzy hair in a tight
He shakes her hand without a hesitation. I think Kate puts more pressure on the handshake than is really necessary.
"Dr. Marshall, I presume," she says without her usual smile or easy way with people. She's quite cold in fact.
"And you must be Kate, Skye's very protective best friend," Dr. Marshall replies without showing any sign of frost-bite. Good because I'm currently frozen between his office door and the waiting room.
"What are you doing here?" I finally ask when I realize Kate is now starting a glaring match with my psychologist, who is not ready to back down either. Maybe they all need to see a professional because they're all nuts.
"I wanted to surprise you and force you to do some shopping. I got a call from your mother. She wants me to drag you to get some new clothes. She said you'd go, but you mentioned nothing about it. So I guess you didn't exactly decide."
"And you're deciding for me?"
"Of course not, you'll buy whatever you want ... but in your size," she says pointing at my too large tee-shirt with her perfect burgundy nail. "It'll be good to get rid of all these clothes. You're moving on, and your clothes should too."
I'm about to protest because I really don't like to go shopping, but Dr. Marshall is faster. "I think your friend is right, Skye. Don't forget what we talked about. Don't close yourself up to the world and let only your friends and family in."
I ponder his words and nod defeated. Kate is already bouncing on her tiny feet and dragging me toward the elevator before I can even say good-bye to Dr. Marshall, so I just wave. However I don't miss the little smile on his lips or the laughter in his clear blue eyes that I still can't decipher, but I'm discovering that I can figure out when he's amused by something. It's a good start.
The elevator doors are closing on us. Two other people are inside, talking about company mergers when Kate grabs my hand and squeezes hard enough to make me cringe. "Don't think I'm going to let you off the hook. We're going to hunt for some new clothes while talking about that very young and very cute psychologist of yours."
Chapter Four
SKYE
"And what do you think about this one?" I ask Kate pointing at a black turtleneck top. I know it's not something she'd wear, or if she did, she would pair it with a trendy and colorful skirt. Nothing I'd do.
"Hmm ... I think you're trying to avoid the really important subject of conversation," she replies as she takes the top in my size which looks way too tiny compared to what I'm used to wearing. I don't say anything because I know she has a real eye for clothes, and if she thinks it's my size, it must be. I'm just not sure I'll feel comfortable wearing things that hug my body so tight.
Rolling my eyes and shrugging dismissively, I don't want to play along and make a big deal out of nothing. Yes, Dr. Marshall is young. No, I haven’s told anyone his real age. Yes, I like my appointments with him. So what? It's a good thing if I feel better talking to him. That's the purpose of this therapy after all.
"Ask away. I know you're dying to grill me."
"Don't sound so annoyed, Skye." She takes a light grey blouse, examines it with her laughing blue eyes and presses the fabric between her fingers. She cocks her head to one side, assesses me and then adds it to the three other tops on her arm, all of them for me. "You're the one who was hiding this nerdy, cute psychologist of yours. How old is he anyway?"
"I don't really know, but it's his first year of practice. It was a shock when I first saw him. I expected a man close to his retirement or something, which is ridiculous because there are young psychologists everywhere."
"Do you realize you ramble when you talk about him?" she asks me with a frown, her hunt for new clothes temporarily postponed. She means serious business. I don't like it.
I nod and put my unmanageable frizzy hair in a tight
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