Chapter 1 – The Therapist
“Are you still having bad dreams, Charlie?”
Today I’m playing a new game with my therapist, Ms. Wendy. I’m wearing shorts even though it’s cool out for March. Even for L.A. But I’m freeballing because my foster mom didn’t have time to finish the laundry over the weekend, so I’m sitting, bouncing my knees and crossing my legs to see if Ms. Wendy will notice. It’s not that anything is showing – these are, like, board shorts – but I want to see if she. . .
Chapter 1 – The Therapist
“Are you still having bad dreams, Charlie?”
Today I’m playing a new game with my therapist, Ms. Wendy. I’m wearing shorts even though it’s cool out for March. Even for L.A. But I’m freeballing because my foster mom didn’t have time to finish the laundry over the weekend, so I’m sitting, bouncing my knees and crossing my legs to see if Ms. Wendy will notice. It’s not that anything is showing – these are, like, board shorts – but I want to see if she. . .