10
Therapy
London, February 1998
Eleni was curled up in the floor-cushion corner again, the analysis couch that she had invented for herself given the lack of a real one in the tiny room where Laura had seen her twice a week for the last month. Twice-weekly sessions were still a novelty for Eleni. Apparently, therapists working at the University Counselling Centre were hardly ever allowed to take on a client more than once a week, but an exception had been made for her. Laura had managed to persuade the management that Eleni needed long-term intensive therapy. So here she was, sitting cross-legged on the plump floor cushion, having managed to establish herself as a long-term case. Did this mean that she was a mad case too? Laura had not made her feel mad when she broke the news to her w
