Dr. Hale had already set the chairs closer to the windows in the library today. Today, his legal pad was on the small table instead on in his lap, one leg propped where his ankle was on his knee, and his hands clasped in his lap. I took my seat, crossing my legs underneath me before I got myself comfortable. “Sorry I’m late,” I mumbled.
“We start whenever you are ready,” he replied in a calm tone. Which has become a nice comfort and, oddly, something I look forward to every week.
I shift in my chair to look over the right side of the chair and then to the left where I see that Dr. Hale also moved my blanket basket and grabbed the soft blanket and pulled it into my lap. I fix it and smooth it out, I close my eyes, take a deep breath and let out the breath. “I talked to Holt this morning.”
