Amie – Friday 14:00

Amie had a doctor's appointment so Sweets thought he would catch up on some paperwork. He had to admit that the batch of patients that started six weeks ago were the toughest set yet. Casey seemed to be denying the possible problems that her new relationship could bring; Molly, while improving, was still struggling to come to terms with her eating disorder; Hamza's marriage had been officially wrecked and was beyond repair; Robert was not going to recover and Amie was struggling to recover.

His fax machine started beeping and Sweets took some sheets. They were some case notes that he would be required to look at and make a psychological evaluation on them. Sweets sighed and started to look through the notes.

Then his computer started ringing and he opened Skype. It was his daughter Allie.

"Hey Allie." said Sweets.

"Hey Dad, what are you doing?" asked Allie.

"Work. I tell you I think I need to retire after I finished thee set of patients." said Sweets.

"Why?" asked Allie.

"I'm just getting tired. I just deal with the same problems day in, day out. I care about my patients but I am tired. I've seen everything so there isn't much else for me to do." said Sweets.

"I'm quite surprised Dad. I thought you loved your job."

"I do but when you work long hours and you have seen countless murders that are often brutal, and you have had countless patients, half of whom get better, the other half I fail. I'm not as young as I used to be Als."

"Harry told me that Molly was in therapy with you. Is she okay?" asked Allie.

"She's a lot better than she has been but that is all I can tell you. Patient confidentiality."

"Harry's already filled me on what happened. I don't get how someone as happy as Molly can try to commit suicide."

"Things happen Als. Terrible things can make the happiest person depressed." said Sweets. "How's college anyway?"

"It's as normal as it can be. Lectures, seminars, the usual." said Allie.

"How are your grades?"

"The standard. Cs and Bs."

"You know you can do better than that Allie. What have you been doing?"

"What students normally do. Drink, party, hangovers." said Allie.

"Maybe you should spend time doing work than partying."

"Maybe you should stop being an old fart."

"I wasn't that much older than you when I got my PhD." said Sweets. "I've been doing this job nearly thirty years and I think it is time that I just give in and start working from home."

"Thirty years isn't a long time Dad."

"It is when you get yo my age kiddo."