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needed to take off early today?”
My father glanced uneasily about the room. “Just a bad day at the office.” He nodded at Dallas. “The usual for you?”
“ Yes, Bill, thanks,” Dallas said as he took the stool next to my uncle.
My uncle looked over at me and put his drink down on the bar. “So, Nic, how was the shrink?”
“ Lance!” my father shouted. “Could you please show some self-restraint? What happened between Nicci and the therapist is her business.”
“ Are you kidding me?” Uncle Lance shrugged at his brother. “You called me to come over here so that when they got home we could find out about the session with the shrink.” Uncle Lance picked up his drink. “Why go through all the song and dance. Just ask the kid how it went? You’re dying to know, Billy. That’s the real reason why you poured yourself the damned whiskey in the first place.”
I stared at my father. “Is this true?”
He turned to me and frowned. “I have been worried about you and, yes, I did want to know how your session went, but I didn’t want you to feel forced to tell me. I wanted you to volunteer the information.” He reached for a clean old fashioned glass from a rack behind the bar.
I gestured to my uncle. “And that’s why you called in the Grand Inquisitor to grill me so you wouldn’t have to do it?”
My father shook his head and then he picked up the bottle of Stolichnaya Vodka. “Lance is here for support. I was hoping for a more silent form of support, but since the subject is out in the open…how did it go?”
“ I liked her,” I said and waited for Dallas to make his inevitable retort, but he never said a word.
“ Well, you do seem a bit happier,” my father commented. He poured out a measure of vodka in the old fashioned glass and looked over at Dallas. “And what do you think?” he asked.
“ I don’t think that woman helped her,” he replied.
“ You weren’t there. She was supportive of me and I think she did help me,” I maintained as I watched my father add some soda and ice to the vodka.
“ Why don’t you think she helped Nicci?” My father asked. He placed Dallas’s cocktail on the bar.
Dallas picked up his drink. “She apparently just listened to Nicci talk.”
“ I thought that was the point of going to see a therapist,” I said sarcastically.
Uncle Lance turned to me. “What did you talk about?” he asked.
“ My guess is she talked about David,” Dallas coldly stated and then took a long sip from his cocktail.
“ Oh, I see.” My father folded his arms over his chest as he observed Dallas downing half the contents of his drink. “Is that what’s bothering you? And what were you expecting the therapist would do for Nicci?”
Dallas banged his glass down on the bar. “I just thought she would help us, I mean help Nicci, deal with our current issues, not her old ones.”
“ Welcome to the world of psychology,” Uncle Lance cried out and slapped Dallas on the back. “Where the past can, and usually does, jump up and bite you in the ass.” Uncle Lance peered over at me. “So what did the shrinkette suggest? Lobotomy or pills?”
I smirked at my uncle. “Very funny,” I replied. I reached for a clean old fashioned glass and walked down the bar to the small refrigerator located beside the sink. “She wants to see me again Monday morning at nine,” I told him as I took the orange juice out of the refrigerator.
“ So I guess that means we will be hanging around here for another week,” Dallas reasoned as he picked up his drink again. “While you work on resolving your past. Whatever in the hell that’s supposed to mean?” he muttered.
“ What?” I stared at Dallas. “But I thought you were going back to Connecticut without me,” I declared as I put the orange juice down on the bar.
“ Look, Dallas,” my father jumped in. “If you want to stay and help Nicci out, I say you stay and be here for her.”
“ He can’t stay!” Uncle
My father glanced uneasily about the room. “Just a bad day at the office.” He nodded at Dallas. “The usual for you?”
“ Yes, Bill, thanks,” Dallas said as he took the stool next to my uncle.
My uncle looked over at me and put his drink down on the bar. “So, Nic, how was the shrink?”
“ Lance!” my father shouted. “Could you please show some self-restraint? What happened between Nicci and the therapist is her business.”
“ Are you kidding me?” Uncle Lance shrugged at his brother. “You called me to come over here so that when they got home we could find out about the session with the shrink.” Uncle Lance picked up his drink. “Why go through all the song and dance. Just ask the kid how it went? You’re dying to know, Billy. That’s the real reason why you poured yourself the damned whiskey in the first place.”
I stared at my father. “Is this true?”
He turned to me and frowned. “I have been worried about you and, yes, I did want to know how your session went, but I didn’t want you to feel forced to tell me. I wanted you to volunteer the information.” He reached for a clean old fashioned glass from a rack behind the bar.
I gestured to my uncle. “And that’s why you called in the Grand Inquisitor to grill me so you wouldn’t have to do it?”
My father shook his head and then he picked up the bottle of Stolichnaya Vodka. “Lance is here for support. I was hoping for a more silent form of support, but since the subject is out in the open…how did it go?”
“ I liked her,” I said and waited for Dallas to make his inevitable retort, but he never said a word.
“ Well, you do seem a bit happier,” my father commented. He poured out a measure of vodka in the old fashioned glass and looked over at Dallas. “And what do you think?” he asked.
“ I don’t think that woman helped her,” he replied.
“ You weren’t there. She was supportive of me and I think she did help me,” I maintained as I watched my father add some soda and ice to the vodka.
“ Why don’t you think she helped Nicci?” My father asked. He placed Dallas’s cocktail on the bar.
Dallas picked up his drink. “She apparently just listened to Nicci talk.”
“ I thought that was the point of going to see a therapist,” I said sarcastically.
Uncle Lance turned to me. “What did you talk about?” he asked.
“ My guess is she talked about David,” Dallas coldly stated and then took a long sip from his cocktail.
“ Oh, I see.” My father folded his arms over his chest as he observed Dallas downing half the contents of his drink. “Is that what’s bothering you? And what were you expecting the therapist would do for Nicci?”
Dallas banged his glass down on the bar. “I just thought she would help us, I mean help Nicci, deal with our current issues, not her old ones.”
“ Welcome to the world of psychology,” Uncle Lance cried out and slapped Dallas on the back. “Where the past can, and usually does, jump up and bite you in the ass.” Uncle Lance peered over at me. “So what did the shrinkette suggest? Lobotomy or pills?”
I smirked at my uncle. “Very funny,” I replied. I reached for a clean old fashioned glass and walked down the bar to the small refrigerator located beside the sink. “She wants to see me again Monday morning at nine,” I told him as I took the orange juice out of the refrigerator.
“ So I guess that means we will be hanging around here for another week,” Dallas reasoned as he picked up his drink again. “While you work on resolving your past. Whatever in the hell that’s supposed to mean?” he muttered.
“ What?” I stared at Dallas. “But I thought you were going back to Connecticut without me,” I declared as I put the orange juice down on the bar.
“ Look, Dallas,” my father jumped in. “If you want to stay and help Nicci out, I say you stay and be here for her.”
“ He can’t stay!” Uncle
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