*31* Living the life

*31*

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll be there tomorrow.” I cut the call and lean back on the couch.

This is getting more and more complicated day by day. Ben’s problem seems easy to handle, but it is not when his psychologist says the opposite. Yes, I somehow managed to make him take me to his doctor. I wanted to help, but to do so I need to understand it. Relented first, but he agreed eventually.

His therapist Mr. Pattionson has a very charming personality or maybe it’s what his profession wants him to be. Ben introduced us, and when I said, I want to help he looked a bit surprised. Mr. Pattinson tilted his head and motioned me to stand up from where I was sitting with Benedict, holding his hand. Ben’s grip on my hand tightened a bit, when I patted on his hand, reluctantly he let it go. And I noticed Mr. Pattinson noticed this little exchange between us. That’s when the doctor decided to talk to me . . . alone.