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“Nice digs,” Eric said as he looked around the waiting room of the shrink’s office. There were tan walls and padded chairs of deep green. The secretary sitting behind the desk was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse.
The psychiatrist’s office was just on the edge of South Norfolk in a newer, renovated building, all steel and glass. For a minute, Eric was tempted to ask if they were in the right part of town.
“He probably does pro bono work with the shelter,” Terri said as she wandered the waiting area, staring at the closed door. They were waiting to speak to Dr. Richard Blaney—or Rick for short, as Sister Carmen had indicated.
The door was cracked open, and the secretary gestured for them to come in. “Doctor Blaney will see you now,” she said.
Eric didn’t know why, but he hesitated
