Chapter Fourteen
Chief
“Good to see you, Sibyl,” Saul said to me as he waved me into his office. “Would you like to sit down?”
“The couch, I think,” I said. Lying on the red leather chaise I thought of something and then burst out with a nervous giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he took his own chair opposite me.
“It’s just like in the funny papers,” I said, still snickering. “The patient lying down on the chaise lounge while the bearded psychiatrist asks her probing questions and makes notes on a piece of paper.
He nodded, and then held up his iPhone. “Except that I’m using a virtual notepad, so I can type with my thumbs. Now, shall I ask you questions about your mother? That’s part of the cliché, too.”
“No need to go down that road,” I said, as my smile vanished. “We both kn
