N echi sat across from Suri hands resting on the small therapy table. Dini sat next to her mother hunched inside her hooded sweatshirt staring at a spot on the wall to the right of Suri’s head.
“I was angry I’ll admit ” Nechi was saying. “I mean a psychiatrist to treat a simple social issue! My husband—” She stopped gave a slight grimace. “Well you don’t want to know what my husband said….” She paused for a moment as if to allow time for Suri’s imagination to conjure up the worst.
“But ” she continued “we decided to give you another chance. Dini enjoys coming—” She glanced over at her daughter who squirmed slightly. “And well…” her voice softened “at this point you’re our only hope.”
Suri felt a tiny prick of pity at those words — but it barely registered in the surge of other emotions. She didn’t get insulted easily but for a mother to sit across from her and say to her face that she considered her advice incompetent but they’d deign to give her another chance!
