The following morning, before going to work, I thought I would play it safe by calling for an appointment with Wally's therapist, who was one of my childhood friends, Larry. I didn't want Eddie to listen in on this call, so now was the right time to call Larry. Larry was in when I called the office.
"Hi, Beaver. Is anything wrong with your brother that is making you call?" Larry asked.
"Nothing is wrong, Larry. I thought I'd call because both Wally's daughter and friend are out here and we are trying to figure out a way to bring everyone together to talk about Wally and depression. Wally's daughter is here for another week and she goes back to school. When would be a good day to do this?" I asked my friend.
"I need to go through the schedule. When I have an answer, do you want me to call you at the office or at home?" Larry asked.
"At home, please. I don't want Eddie Haskell listening in like he always does."
"All right. I understand that. I will leave a message with your wife then," Larry told me.
"Okay. Listen, Larry. I have to go and take Wally to work," I said.
The two of us hung up.
After O put the phone back in its spot, I told Olivia about the conversation I had with Larry and told her to expect a call from him when he calls.
"Thank you for letting me know, Beaver. You and Wally better head on to work before it's too late," she said.
"That's what we're going to do now. We'll see you tonight," I said and we both kissed.