I'm sorry!! I know it's short. Promise the next chapter will be longer. Feel free to review and bug me for an update; it makes me feel appreciated. [:
6: Happiness is a Nice Harley
Y'know, just when I thought I didn't like Harley, she turns around and does something nice.
I had started calling her Harley after a session where we had pretty much insulted each other the whole time. I made a play on her name and asked her if she rode a motorcycle. Yeah, it was a bad pun; don't remind me. That was why the world had people like Edward Nashton to make the jokes. Anyway. Our session went something like this.
*Harley walks in the door and sits down across from me, adjusting her glasses*
Me: Hi Harley.
Harley: *frowns* It's Doctor Quinzel, Tierney.
Me: *smiles* Right Harley.
Harley: How is your memory recovery coming? *Shuffles paper*
Me: I remembered the Quadratic Formula. *Begins to sting to the tune of pop goes the weasel* X equals the opposite of B, plus or minus the square root of B squared minus 4AC, all over 2A!!!
Harley: That's good. *expression does not match words* How are you doing with your adjustment?
Me: I've got no idea what I'm supposed to be adjusting to. But I'm really bored.
Harley: Why is that? *clicks her pen in preparation to begin writing*
Me: All they have to read here is biographies of famous people who never did anything wrong.
Harley: Why don't you like those?
Me: ...They never did anything wrong. Nobody wants to read about perfect people -they don't exist!
Harley: Would you like other books to read?
A pause.
Me: Yes…
Harley: What kind of books?
Me: Fiction, fantasy. I don't care if they're kid books. Just…something.
Harley: I can get you a library card and you can place holds on books through the computer in my office. Someone can take the books back and forth to the library.
Me: …You'd do that? Seriously?
Harley: I'd do it if you'd start taking our sessions and group therapy seriously.
Me: Anything else?
Harley: Be honest; don't hide behind that smile and your bad jokes.
So it wasn't just me that thought they were bad. Whoops.
Me: I'll be honest if you'll be honest back. And I get to call you Harley.
Harley: *thinks about it* …Deal.
So now I get a steady stream of entertainment in the form of paper and ink between a binding. Harley isn't so bad after all.