"How are your classes going, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked while folding towels.
Blair threw herself on the couch. She reached inside her purse and pulled out her eye mask. She started to pull it over her eyes. But thought better of it, she was only going to take a nap.
"It's going well, Dorota, I guess." Blair said, closing her eyes.
"Have they taught you how to control your anger, yet?"
Blair sat up. It was no use to trying to take the nap and what was she, five? Who takes naps in the middle of the afternoon anyway?
"Right now, we've just been talking about what causes the anger."
"And what do you think causes your anger, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked, coming to take a seat next to her.
"Apparently I have passive-aggressive issues with my mother. Oh and there's the inferiority complex to Saint Serena."
"Do you think all of that's true?"
"Somewhat. Honestly I've known for years about those things, but I never put a label on them."
Dorota patted Blair on the back and smiled at her.
"I'm glad you're getting the help you need, Miss Blair."
"Yeah, yeah me too, but there is an upside to all of this," Blair said, standing and slipping on her pumps.
"What's that?"
"It's been nice spending time with Humphrey." Blair said, sighing slightly.
"Does Miss Blair have a crush?" Dorota asked innocently.
Blair turned on her. She started to yell, but then she remembered she was in anger management classes for a reason. So she counted to ten and then calmly said, "Humphrey is fine human being."
Dorota smirked as Blair climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She wondered how much effort it had taken Blair to say that.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I was busier than usual today. I'll try to make up for it in the next few days!