Cody’s parents were so happy that he agreed to see a therapist that his dad scheduled an appointment for Thursday morning with a woman his co-worker recommended. Cody took solace that he could at least sleep in some, instead of getting ready for school in the morning, but his mom woke him up a half hour early to make sure he was ready for the therapist.
Grumbling to himself, Cody stumbled into the shower and threw on his black clothes, and then waited on the couch for his session to start as his mom left for work.
Greta, an efficient looking woman in her late sixties or early seventies, arrived in a shiny European car. She wore a sparkling necklace and a silk blouse. Cody’s dad stayed late to greet her, and he fumbled over his words before reluctantly leaving for work. She seemed like a
