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Kathy returned to the kitchen later on, holding a piece of paper. She looked at the table and saw a pile of about thirty or so typed pages stacked up next to the typewriter. "Ed, did you do all this now?" She asked, surprised.
The only reply she received was that of the typewriter's keys clicking under Ed's fingers.
She walked up to Ed, stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ed. Did you write all of that while I was gone?"
Ed cocked his head to the side, as if hearing something in the distance then replied, "Yeah, I know it's not enough."
Kathy turned his head in her direction. "You're insane," She said and kissed him.
"Anyways." She held out the paper to Ed and pointed at it with the other hand. "I called around and got some info on yoga. I found this nice guy and his prices aren't that bad either."
Ed took the paper from her and looked down at the writing. "Mr. Potter?" He read aloud.
"Yes. That's his name. I spoke to him on the telephone and he sounds like a real peach. He's even willing to come over to do private sessions."
Ed nodded slowly. "Yeah... okay. That's good."
"Yep. Now, I've made an appointment with him for tomorrow. He'll be over around noon for a session about two hours long."
Ed nodded slowly again, then stopped and looked up at Kathy. "Umm... How many of these 'sessions' will I need from this fellow?"
Kathy shrugged. "I don't know. I guess you'll just have to ask him when he stops by tomorrow. I think it'll probably be no less than three, though."
"No less than three? Aww, I was hoping for maybe two only."
"Ed, you've got a thrown out back, not a paper cut. These things take time. You can't rush them. Who knows, it might even be more than three sessions. I was only guessing."
"More than three sessions! Kathy! I've got things to do! Scripts to write! Howard Brinkleys to see!"
Kathy placed her hands on her hips. "Howard Brinkleys can wait."
Ed raised a pointed finger. "But-But-But--" He put his finger down and sighed.
Kathy smiled and left the kitchen.