The room is spinning. I close my eyes, willing my mind to rest, but it’s still deciding whether to be in full alert or to succumb to the numbness. I vote for the latter, and my conscience agrees, for once. “He’s not like anything you’ve told me today.”
“That’s true, he isn’t, and he hasn’t been for a very long time. His Dominant nature rears its head from time to time, but usually in the context of your well-being. For instance, he told me about his little slip before your recent trip to Portland, and he feels very badly about that.”
Carl told him? “Is nothing in my life private anymore?”
“Of course it is. Nothing said here leaves this room, unless you and Carl, together, decide to discuss it. Carl was quite upset about what he’d said, and asked my advice on how to make amends.”
“So yo
