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Therapy
London, October 1999
They were both sitting down, facing each other at an angle. The box of tissues discreetly placed on the side-table between their chairs looked identical to the one Eleni had so hated when she first came to see Laura just over two years ago. Thankfully, Laura had one of her beautiful flower arrangements sitting next to it, and this made the room feel to Eleni more like the personal space that she had inhabited for the last two years. Her eyes kept focusing on the floor cushion and it felt almost painful to drag them away from it. The minutes on the clock kept ticking by. She was aware of Laura’s breathing, her attempt at neutrality, her trying not to prompt her or intervene. Eleni was holding her arms tightly crossed against her stomach, and her legs cross
