Cindy, the shrink from my session at the CW Centre last week, stands behind the white stone altar at the front of the chapel. She is smiling down at us with an air of barely restrained glee, even as I hear several of the other girls gasp or murmur her name in confusion.
“Hello girls,” she says brightly, her emerald green eyes sparkling with delight. “It’s lovely to see you all again.”
“What’s going on?” A girl calls out from behind me, prompting Cindy to raise her hands in appeasement.
“Patience, girls! All will be revealed in good time, if you’ll be so kind as to hold your tongues and listen for the time being,” Cindy says. “Firstly - introductions are in order. You girls each know me from your second interview, as ‘Cindy the psychologist’. In reality, I haven’t practiced as a psycholo
