Chapter 22“Okay, bud. I talked to Dr. Lester on the phone. You’re gonna really like him.”
So. I was goin’ to a doctor who was gonna fix me, broken or not.
Eleven A.M. The next Thursday.
Took about ten minutes to get to the doctor’s office. In a building off of Charleston, not too far from Moorefield.
There was a small waiting room. A sign above a button read, Push button when you arrive. I’ll be with you shortly. It was signed Jon Lester, PsyD.
I pushed. Nothing happened. I looked at Sarge.
“The button triggers a red light in his office so he knows we’re out here. We sit and wait. Won’t be long.”
Sarge sat. I paced. Sarge pulled me down into the chair next to him. I would get up, pace, get pulled back down, rinse and repeat.
At exactly eleven, an older, very tall, lanky, skinny Bla
