“So you joined up.”
“Yup. I bought a ticket on that pop psychology train and hopped right on. Diane was my fairy godmother, holding one hand for the journey while I was writing checks with the other.”
I laughed out loud. “You sound very cynical.”
“Well, it took me a while to realize that she was simply fleecing the flock.”
“How so?”
“It’s simple math, really. Fifty dollars a month for the group sessions at the church and a hundred dollars for each one-on-one. Multiply that times the number of patients…” She paused as if performing the calculations in her head. “Well, you do the math!”
I was. By my reckoning, Diane Sturges had to be pulling in at least $ 160,000 per year, even allowing time out for vacations. “Not much of an incentive to help patients get well and move on, is it?”
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