17
“June, I just know you’re going to do well. You’re well-prepared and people like you when they get to know you,” I said, exiting my office with Mrs. Merriweather, who suffered from social phobia. She was scheduled to lead a book report at her book club where she barely talked for the six months she belonged. Afraid of being laughed at or humiliated, this was a big step forward for her. Getting through the session without bombing would be a building block.
“You really think so?” she asked, needing reassurance.
“I know so,” I said, smiling and putting my hand on her shoulder.
She straightened her body and walked a little more erect, waving to Bobby as she left.
As I followed her out I saw Gregory sitting in the waiting room, nervously pulling on his right ear.
He smiled sheepishly.
