COUNSELING SESSION FOUR
“You told me a bit about Willow last time. How about you today?”
Naomi’s smile was nice and bright, and I wanted to scratch it off her face. She folded her arms over her lap and gestured toward me, her smile trying to make me feel like we were friends.
“Your mother called. She said you’re seeing a boy. What’s his name?”
A heavy silence. I was becoming so used to them; they were my real friends in this room. I smiled and leaned forward. “We fucked.”
That nice smile-that-was-not-really-my-friend vanished. “What?”
