“Wow, this new office is…really nice…” Susan says, looking around at former dining room in the cottage which I have transformed into my office. It has all the old furniture – desk, velvet couch, my armchair – but Susan is right, the environment is a definite upgrade. The window looks out on my little back yard, where all of the leaves are turning on the trees between my house and Victor’s.
“Wow, is that a pool?” Susan says, peering out the window.
“Um, yes,” I say hurriedly, putting a hand on her shoulder and turning her towards the sofa. “It’s the neighbor’s. Please, have a seat.”
Susan does so, smoothing her hands over her jeans as she does. I can tell from her expression that she’s unhappy, worried.
“I’m so sorry we’ve had to have a hiatus in our sessions because of the move,” I
