52
Therapy
London, October 1999
‘So you are back!’ Laura said without managing to conceal the delight within the neutrality of her professional tone.
‘Were you not expecting me?’ Eleni said hesitantly, standing up by the door feeling awkward. ‘I told you that I would call to cancel, if I was not coming.’
‘Of course.’
Eleni remained standing, and Laura, already sitting comfortably, looked up at her, puzzled.
‘It’s just that I am not sure where to sit’, Eleni mumbled. ‘I feel like I have lost my place on the floor cushion, but I hate these chairs.’
‘Why do you think you hate these chairs?’
Eleni sat down on one of the chairs, exhaling noisily in resignation.
‘I don’t know. It’s a standard counselling room, I guess. They are kind of institutional. It is like an adopted place, not a
