“Larry, I know it’s my first day back and everything, but I’m going to leave early.”
The real estate agent looked up from his desk to see Leslie standing in the doorway. It was always painful for him to look at her achingly thin frame. “That’s all right, dear.” He gently smiled at her. “You must be tired. Good work today.”
“You are so good to me, Larry. I didn’t do much work at all, and you know it.”
“You did plenty. And there will be plenty more waiting for you tomorrow, don’t you worry. Now just go home and eat a good dinner and get some rest.”
Leslie walked back out to her desk and picked up the canvas tote bag from the floor. She was searching for her car keys when Larry came out with a file in his hand.
“I was just going to leave this on your desk for tomorrow,” he explained. His eyes caught the stuffed bear peeking out from the tote. “Leslie, you aren’t going home, are you?”
“No,” she admitted. “I’m not. I have a therapy appointment. I didn’t want to tell you because I know how you feel about therapy.”
Larry took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh. “Oh, Leslie, Leslie, Leslie. I don’t know what to say anymore. It’s not that I’m against therapy. That’s not it at all. But I think you have to make sure you have the right person treating you.”