"Welcome back!" Lauren smiled with cheerful look and relaxed, a slight tan emphasized her blue eyes. The brown hair was bleached by the sun on the tips of the coasts of Sardinia, Italy, where her sister had spent two weeks.
Michael was infected Women's cheerful look and smiled, "Thank you too!"
"How were the holidays?" she asked taking a seat at the usual desk of Shawn.
Michael shrugged: "I would say good."
"Would you say or went well? Dall'abbronzatura it seems that at least the weather was good! "
" The time is always good in Los Angeles, looks like a movie set rather than a real city. "
Laureen laughed heartily.
"It was a joke," specifies the man and she nodded: "I know, the fact is I had a patient recently who said the same thing. But he was not American, and loathed everything that California and Los Angeles in particular had made in his life, but two people ... "
Michael nodded: 'Are you giving information Personal another patient, "asked sly cheerful atmosphere that was created with the woman. The holidays had softened, he thought.
"Did not I tell you the name," Specifications she accepted the challenge.
"Well, even if I tell you, as far as I know I would not change anything."
She narrowed her eyes with a sly look, "I am not so It is well known safe ... "
Michael brightened eyes and instinctively thought to talk to Emmett and gossip that would have made just come from there.
"Who is it?" He asked hopefully.
Laureen laughed: "You'll never know, of course!"
"Then why did you bring me curious," asked Michael disappointed.
She shrugged her shoulders, smart, "Why I enjoy it! "
Michael initially was speechless, then smiled and shook his head:" You're a nice person too! "notes.
"The other who would it be?"
"Your sister."
Laureen smiled and nodded enthusiastically: "I would say that holidays are going pretty well! "notes.
Michael raised his eyebrows and sighed doubtfully.
"We're doing a nice chat instead of talking about all the problems there were, your interest is readily made by a teasing juicy gossip, your tan shows me that you were not imprisoned at home and I think you have also set up a chiletto. Definitely a great way to processing your trauma Michael, "conceded the woman really excited.
Many do not believe it but she was the first to be satisfied with the progress of patients and not for pride, self-satisfied. Humanly sorry to see how the human mind is bogged down in issues that determine their view of life gray.
The man's eyes grew suddenly wistful.
"I said something wrong?" She asked knowing full well where the nostalgia of Michael was going to parry.
"No" - the man shook his head with a bitter smile on his face - "all true. But it all happened without Ben ... "
aware She nodded: "With Ben hours would pale as a corpse, I would have overwhelmed with worries and concerns and you'd be thinner," she ruled crystalline.
The illusion that the holidays they had sweetened evaporated instantly from head to Michael.
'Disillusion' - Abba
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkgjkHmioSg
*****
"Grandpa, when I go back to kindergarten," asked Scarlett assured place in the seat back of the car Justin, watched his father drive without an answer.
"Grandpa," asked trying to attract his attention.
"Yes, Scarlett, I'm sorry, what did you ask me," asked Justin lost nell'intrigo mental organization as it was fulfilling its commitments. Brian had obviously allowed to use the Mac Kinnetik to make the advertising image of the march on New York, stayed a few days to deal with that, then had to take care of the boards of Rage for the output end of October and the frameworks for The Kaplan. Without this it would be thrown body and soul on the project for the museum in Chicago. The homework that guy New Yorker did not worry him: the painting had been purchased, he would only continue, but the subject had already been chosen.
"I I asked when I go back to kindergarten! "
" So I would say ... Yes ... I think in a week a week. "
Scarlett nodded.
"Then in October, you know I'll often true grandmother?" Reminded Justin after he and Brian had anticipated him in broad terms the day before.
Justin was in New York practically since the beginning of October until a later date in November and would been to Chicago, three weeks at least. The hours of Brian at work were not compatible with those of asylum Scarlett: either they would have been provided to bring the child in pre-school band and go and pick up in after-school band. Scarlett would have to spend ten or eleven hours kindergarten and none of them liked the idea.
So they had thought about Jennifer lifesaver. In October, the departure of Justin, Scarlett would have been transferred to Britin. Brian would go to sleep at night, but otherwise the child would stay with Jennifer. What if you had time and will be made twice day kindergarten to take the road to Pittsburgh, or he would have kept at home.
The girl nodded, "Dad is in the evening, right?" Asked to confirm what he had learned from their explanation.
"Yes, maybe not everybody, you know that if it comes out very late from the office can not be all the way up to Britin. But it will be as much as possible. "
" And you're away a lot? "
Justin cleared his throat: "Well, not so much by a few weeks ...."
"How long is a few weeks," asked the little not having the slightest knowledge of the time: for her everything that happened in the past was 'yesterday' and everything had to happen was 'tomorrow'.
"Not many," Justin dismissed before snorting frustrated by traffic congestion Pittsburgh repopulated by the end of the summer holidays.
"We could take the father's gift in a store near you," he asked more to himself than to Scarlett.
"You said that you cook your stuff in the better," Justin pointed out the little girl giggled and gave Scarlett the idea that 'cooking' of the work he performed on metal .
The Gift of Brian, whose birthday fell forty that day, was a silk screen printing on thin aluminum plate that brought the image of Brian, Scarlett, Justin and Gus, a day that had been photographed together in a loft ispiratissimo Lindsay who had a photographic project 'family' by pursue. It came out a beautiful picture. None of them was posing: Justin and Gus looked over, Scarlett laughed at something the boy did not remember setting the goal and Brian smiled watching her. The four were intertwined legs and arms, sitting on the floor of the loft.
"Yes, you're right," granted the boy - "Is the best place but it is across town."
"Near Makia," Scarlett ruled smart.
Justin raised his eyebrows: "What do you know of Makia?"
"My dad took a day for breakfast. He says that the evening became one of the most beautiful bar in Pittsburgh and told me that it is close to your oven. "
Justin laughed again and nodded: "Right!"
'Uptown Girl' - Westlife
http://www.youtube.com/ watch? v = Ml0ff0WQwok
Traffic was completely blocked and Justin thought that he would never make it in time, like this, to bring Scarlett to Mel and Linds, go Kinnetik in and begin to develop some idea for the center Gay / Lesbian.
"Ok do another road is longer but for sure in a few know it and maybe we do."
Scarlett ignored him busy as he was groped by a dress a doll without much success.
Justin's car turned into a driveway that looked like a blind street and after other turns left and right in small two-way street, but where was the place for the passage of one car , arrived at a square with a roundabout and a fountain in the middle.
The Makia was in front of them, and on the right clinic Saint Marie.
Justin had a sinking heart, stopped at the traffic lights at the roundabout. He had absolutely determined that, by intricate route, it would be popped at the entrance of the nursing home.
He kept staring at the lights passing his tongue over his lips that had suddenly dried up.
knew why the mere sight of the nursing home bothered him but he did not understand why he did up to that point.
'Probably at this time is already dead,' estimated to himself and the idea struck him as if an invisible hand had tightened around the neck.
snorted the anxiety that had risen in his chest trying not to think about the dream he had during the holidays.
'Just Justin' - yes warned in silence and looked at the little through the rearview mirror. He laughed thrilled to be successful in mission to reconstruct the clothing of the doll and found it so beautiful ...
swallowed heavily.
Luise was dying, or perhaps was already dead ... It had not ever seen. He did not know they had some holding them, if anything in those five years had been just a nostalgic regret to learn that her daughter would face now she had to resign to the idea that he would not ever know ...
Justin tried to bring to his mind all the pain that had caused the girl's cheating on him and betraying Scarlett herself, tried to remember the flood of lies which had deceived him ... And he succeeded.
did not care anything about that girl, as he was concerned she would never forgive her.
But he was dying.
to twenty-three years.
And he had the chance to show her smiling face and calm. Perhaps she would die in peace.
Or maybe not ...
sighed with tears in her eyes cursing for the first time in his life, his sense of justice and piety.
the angry honking of the car behind him rang in his ears and Justin recovered. He snorted, engage the traveling position, looked at his watch, he felt a strange sensation in the stomach, fatigue equal to that of a defeat, then put the arrow in the parking lot and entered the nursing home.
'Adam's Song' - Blink 182
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUsOK8Dlw7I
****
Michael sighed the woman's words.
"Have you heard? How are you? How is your stay in Cambodia? "Laureen was interested.
"Good. Yes, we feel every day. Goes well, the kids love it. But this Daphne told me ... "specifies sad.
"He does not talk about children?"
"Yes he speaks, but does not say who worship him ..." Michael whispered, as if instead of 'worship' the children said that they had not endured.
"Maybe it's just low," she tried.
"... Or maybe do not realize it," Michael estimated with downcast eyes lost their smile, aware of the doctor and his nod: We had arrived alone without any evidence that she gave . He was aware, witty, and was in the best way to overcome her trauma. Probably did not need her.
Laureen therapist who had always tended to let go of the patient as soon as possible. This is for two ideas that had made her: first, the patient began to walk with his legs, before they would even strengthened if still shaky start, in no longer wanted to run the risk of creating dependency in the patient. Very high risk, even more than by drugs.
He took off his glasses and rested them permanently to the edge carpetta. "Michael," asked the man catching the eye on her - "If now I say we can close here, that you no longer need me, we're done, what do I say?"
Micahel's eyes widened, not expecting it, not so soon. She felt her heart speed up at the thought. "The truth?"
Laureen smiled: "Always the truth."
The man gulped, "I feel scared."
She smiled and nodded, "Why?"
Michael shrugged and shook his head: "Because now that the holidays are over and Ben is away, go back to my life alone without even you, I would fear, "he confessed candidly.
"You are not alone Michael. You have friends, a daughter, a partner who is still your friend even though it is far away. When I was a doctor will tell you, as a doctor, you do not need more. This should make you proud, not scared, "but ruled knowing full well the anxiety of separation that caught all patients.
"I have lived until now in a sort of ..." Michael shook his head groped words to make that tangle of emotions felt in the chest "of sheltered life ... I do not know what I mean ..."
"You explain very well," granted Laureen smiling and getting up from his position for circumnavigate the desk and sat at his board to deal with Michael
"And I do not know if I'm ready to ... Grow," notes that he looked straight at me and getting a warm smile and sweet in return.
"The fact that you come alone to these findings indicate exactly what you're ready Michael, "she sighed and looked down to the glasses she had in her hands, moving a fingertip on the smooth plastic -" All of us are afraid to grow at all Michael. We are afraid even when we are already grown. Who would not like to continue to feel pampered and cared for as when we were kids? Return to the magical time of life for everyone? When others were thinking of us when my mother told us that we would have 'thought she,' when we had to take care of ourselves because they were done by others? When we did not have a care in the world and so we thought it would last forever? But this satisfies our ego child, the adult who is in our power to rebels. Why has increased, and liberated because he knows there is nothing terrible to take the reins of their lives. In fact ... "
Michael smiled and nodded with sad do:" It's my 'me baby' who is responsible? "
Laureen smiled again, for its part had already left get any attitude from analyst ruthless and uncompromising. That's why she got up from his position.
They were really in the end, Michael thought.
"I'll deal with you. Think of yourself baby, think about your child's fears and talk to yourself. It reassures the child. He no longer needs his mother, has no need of Brian, did not need anybody, because now you're here you take care of him. And for sure it will be all the world that will never abandon him. "
" Why do these words make me brought tears to the eyes, "asked the man with eyes moist but peaceful.
Lauren looked at him gently: "Why is a moving speech," he smiled, "and since you're a person feel the feelings, not blocking them, living them in full, moves you. And here we return to the fact that you no longer have any need for me, however, not as an analyst. "
Michael nodded, wiping away a tear:" We will see you as a friend, "he asked hesitantly smiled and Laureen: "It's my own use, once said break lines, very happy to attend a dinner at home or at the restaurant, offered by my former patients."
"And at that I can ; finally rests always wonder why the glasses at the same point on the desk? "Michael asked with a sly smile that broke the merry laughter of Laureen.
All, asking him all! He knew it and knew he could do without. A psychiatrist, just because a psychiatrist, said there is not may suffer a slight OCD.
"You can ask me anything you want," she agreed.
"Well, will organize a dinner," ruled Michael - "I'd love to have your sister there was also, maybe even Brian and Justin and Jenny so you will know it!"
Laureen nodded: "It will be a pleasure, and I bet you must be a very interesting evening," chuckled.
"Do not make it," Michael warned with the look smart.
"To do what?"
"A psychoanalyze Brian," said the man agreed, smiling.
The woman burst into a merry laugh
then buried his face in a gesture of modesty.
was really so understandable too? Apparently yes, if his patients, the most cunning, however, always came at the end to put it into the hole.
'Victory' - Bond
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3nBuwOPu8A
*****
His legs tremble as he had just recovered from a huge fright and muscle contracts first, then finally dissolved, refused to support it as well.
thought it was more difficult to find.
Maybe he hoped. It was a private clinic, no? She was the daughter of a famous and wealthy, no? He was convinced that the acceptance would tell him was not any Luise and Richardson admitted he would leave. We had tried, but fate had wanted something else.
Instead he was told 'yes' and he instinctively had formed the little daughter's hand in his.
"You hurt me daddy!"
"Sorry ..."
Maybe he was too ill to receive visitors? Justin had hoped too.
Instead they gave him the plan and room number.
Now it is slowly along the marble corridor polished lead, scanning the room numbers that separate from that of Luise.
Inspira trembling. A part of him not to do the shouting, that all this will only a huge mess. But the force that always governs, and that he is unable to dominate, that instinct, heart, passion and sense of justice drives him forward as if he lived most of his life.
"Do not bring him flowers?" Asks the little girl. A hand at his father, his teddy bear in the other Gus
"No, Scarlett. We switched on the fly for a greeting. I told you, is a friend that I have not seen for years, I knew that he was hospitalized here, and while we're gone before I thought I'd stop. But only for a quick chat then go on ... "
313
" The car of Donald Duck! " Scarlett exclaimed enthusiastically.
Justin raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"313 is the machine of Donald Duck!"
Justin smiles at his daughter: "When you read the numbers in the hundreds?"
The Small shrugs: "I can not do it, but I recognize the numbers 3-1-3, is three hundred and thirteen, the car craze."
"Right!" the boy smiles again passing his tongue over his dry lips.
Sets the number on the brass port in larch and breathe trying not to think about everything that rationality yells, trying not to hear the voice of reason that he uses that groped for Brian to keep him from doing so.
deep down, what's the harm? Obviously not leave anything to see Scarlett, will be an idealist, but certainly not mad, they will stop only a few minutes.
Only time to 'understand' to Luise, the Scarlett O'Hara of his dream, that will not die without knowing that he faces the girl who once said was not his daughter, show her she's fine, that is healthy and happy. What has it all wrong in his life.
feels in his heart for not having forgiven. I do not ever forgive him for what he did. But he was not the problem now. He is not here to give an acquittal that he cares little whether or not coveted.
But remember the first time he saw her. Six years earlier, on a sidewalk. When she took him for a professor and he was still troubled by his image as a person lost forever. And he was right about how little it takes in life to meet the person wrong, to stay one step back, or be ahead of one, get one and come to ruin instead of opportunity.
Bussa and hopes that no one can answer.
"Yes?" Feels weak coming from behind the door.
Exhale held his breath and turns to Scarlett once again shaking his hand: "Now we go in, I would recommend is sick, I told you. Do not scream and do not disturb. I greet you and then we'll go, okay? "
"Ok daddy, you told me three times already!" Complains the little unconscious which records a voltage never experienced before in the movements of his father, but whose immature rationality can not turn into a thought or question.
Justin opens the door slowly and after five years in which he had not thought of her as if she died, her again. And my heart lost a beat just like he would do if he really believed dead, and now finds it in the face.
'Cleanin' Out My Closet '- Eminem
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