Daphne
Pilar Larkin didn’t look like a woman in crisis. Of course, some of us hide our pain better than others, but she looked like she was ready to walk the red carpet. Skin tight dress, platform heels, her hair parted to one side and curled to perfection, and make-up that some how managed to make her look sultry and innocent at the same time. It really was impressive.
“Oh, is this your office? This is really nice. I’ve never been in a shrink’s office before. I thought there would be a couch. Oh, but this room isn’t really big enough for a proper couch is it? Still, I love what you’ve done with it. The plants are a nice touch.”
I smiled and gestured to the chairs. “Why don’t you have a seat, Miss Larkin?”
She did have a seat, and then leaned back and crossed her long legs, fla
