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Liz stood facing the window. Silence before the storm, I thought, this was not going to be easy. “I’ll be upfront, Chris. You will be doing all the hard work. You may grow to hate me, but you will thank me for it later.”

I was somewhat apprehensive that this interview might be more difficult than the other two. I needn’t have worried. As soon as I walked into the meeting room I got the impression that this was just a formality, and I was correct. I usually am. It was a secret meeting.

“I suspect you have called me in to fill out some of the blanks,” I said. I had been doing some counseling of people who had sustained major injuries, and I knew what Liz needed to know to fast-track Chris’s recovery. I wanted to know too, I loved him deeply, but his erratic behavior was getting difficult to stay ahead of.

Dimarts 28 Març 2017 - 16:47
Feia molt poc que vivien en aquella casa gran. Una "torre" en deien. Era una casa de dues plantes amb un balcó a dalt, teulat a dues aigües, bessona de la casa del costat. Semblants però diferents.

Quan un dia que ja feia bon temps, la mare la va fer seure a fora davant del banc verd del jardí del davant i li plantà un plat fondo amb una sopeta de fideus tèbia i rou. De segon una truita amb pa amb tomàquet i de postres una tallada viva de meló. Jardí de casa. Dinar de festa un dia qualsevol.

“Hi, I’m Liz,” I tried to sound friendly but already I could see that Chris was wary. There was something in the way he was sitting that worried me. He was on the edge of the seat, leaning slightly forward, hands together in his lap, eyes wide and focused on me. A scared rabbit, I thought.
“Hi, I know who you are, and I know what you do,” he replied at last.