THREE
Isabella sat in the courtyard outside her condo building and stared at her cup of tea. Marie noticed the dark circles under her eyes and her tangled dishwater blonde hair. Her shoulders were slumped over the concrete table and her pale skin gleamed in the sun.
Marie cautiously sat next to Isabella and pulled a stray strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Hello Isabella, my name is Marie. Your mom called us here to help with what’s been going on in your home. Can you share with me what you’ve been experiencing?”
Isabella continued to stare at the steaming tea and replied, “I’m a freak.”
Marie choked back the tears and said, “Isabella, you most certainly are not a freak.”
Isabella slowly raised her head and stared into Marie’s eyes. “Oh yeah, then who’s the l
