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I sat with Cole at a corner table of the restaurant, the most private place I could find in the popular eatery. We were in the vicinity of my office and out of view of the picketers who were still protesting despite the diminished size. Still, even a small group carrying disparaging signs about me created havoc with my patient numbers, especially with new patients who didn’t know me at all. Why complicate an already stressful situation with a questionable therapist?
All in all, Cole looked good. His hair had been parted on the other side to somewhat hide the gash on his head which was healing. His face hadn’t regained his previous definition yet which made him look older as his skin still sagged. I expected that to change in due time. Watching him, I caught his eyes drift over to a pr
