“Layne, I'm surprised to see you this early today," Doc Jones said when she opened the door to his persistent knocks.
“Yeah, I'm sorry to spring this on you, ma'am," he told her, and he really was. “But I need to talk with you."
“Don't be sorry, what's happened?" she asked as she ushered him into the room she used for her appointments.
He had a seat on the same couch he had sat on the day before. “I'm pissed and I don't know how to deal with it."
“Okay then, why are you upset?"
“I'm not. I said I was pissed," he told her again. “Upset and pissed are two totally different things with me."
“Then explain to me what's going on here."
He couldn't sit on that couch anymore, he had to get up, he had to be able to move, not feel like he was caged in. She didn't say anything when he did thi
