THE THERAPIST
The therapist happens to have an office at Tulane Medical Center, where my brother and Ethan are residents. I look at my phone to recheck the suite number: 102. On the first floor, I follow the arrows and turn left down a bright bleach-white hall when I spot my therapist’s office.
I enter through the heavy glass door and go up to the receptionist’s desk. A gray-haired woman with thick glasses opens the small window and asks, “How can I help you, ma’am?”
“I have an appointment with Dr. Kim Rice.”
“Your name, please?” The woman’s voice is flat and rushed. The normal clinical voice that you hear at every doctor’s office.
“Anna Lee Baker. My appointment is at ten this morning.”
The woman checks her computer. After a moment, she looks up and says, “Yes, I see your appointmen
