She reaches for my hand and squeezes it. “Now that a crazy old lady has poured her heart out, you need to get on home.”
“Candy.” I hold on to her hand before she can pull it away. “I’m glad you are crazy, otherwise I don’t know that I would have ever met you and that would have been a tragedy.”
She smiles at me, and for a moment, it reaches her eyes. “I love ya, kid,” she tells me quickly. I stand to go, as I see how uncomfortable she is. Candy's never been one for sentiment.
“I’ll see you in a week when I come for my next session,” I tell her, as I head for the side of the building to walk around to the parking lot.
“Okay, yeah, see you then,” she tells me with a final wave.
As I round the corner, I look back over my shoulder and see Candy looking off into the distance, the old Bible
