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Therapy
London, October 1999
Laura was sitting on Martin’s wide-angled leather sofa for her second session with him. She was less nervous this time, although it was a long time since she had finished her analysis and she was feeling somewhat unused to the sense of someone seeing right through her. The nice thing about Martin, she thought, was the deep respect for the person he was talking to that transpired through his every word. It was the combination of respect, kindness and acute perceptiveness that made him one of a kind.
Yet Laura was not sure that she would want to have him as her supervisor, even if a place was offered to her. She had asked herself why on the way there and she thought that the reason was really her lack of self-confidence. She was not sure that she could bea
