The first two chapters are pretty much going to be the same (only the first is up at this time) but from them on he will play a major role. Thank you for reading!
The next day James called Wendy down to the library to start their conversation. He wouldn't call it as a session. No. Not a session. He wouldn't see her as her therapist. She was too distracting for that. He could recommend her to someone else.
He was sitting at his desk when she walked in. The summer had hit Maine hard. It was only nine in the morning but it was already eighty degrees. She was wearing a short red/black plaid skirts, a red t-shirt, and a pair of sandals. Her white hair was up in a messy pony tail. She was rubbing her eyes and looked tired.
"Hi," she said with a yawn.
"Too early for you?" he joked re-arranging papers.
"We never open the store until the afternoon so I'm used to sleeping late," she explained sitting down on the couch.
"Store?" he questioned.
"My mom and I tell fortunes," she explained. "Sometimes i do magic shows on the beach. It pays the rent so I can't complain."
"I won't ask you to talk about anything you don't want to," he said. "I'm here as your friend and not your therapist. I just want to know more about them. I know I can research them with a little work but I don't want to do it that way. I want them to open up with me. It's really the only way I can help them but it isn't working."
"I don't know about my uncles," she admitted. "I never met them. Dad had to keep us a secret."
"Did the three of you get along as a family?" the doc questioned.
"Most of the time," she said. "He was a good Dad. He didn't treat my Mom the best but he was always good to me."
"Do you know how they met?" James questioned taking notes.
That was a good guestion. Her parent never brought that up. Her mother was a recluse that did odd sewing jobs to make ends meet. How did she meet and date a well known doctor?
"I don't know," Wendy said shaking her head. "If they brought up I don't remember it. I don't really see how they would have met."
"Why not?" he asked looking up.
"My mom was pretty private and kept to herself," she explained. "Dad...Dad wasn't like that. He had money and liked to show off."
Wendy could feel the good doc staring at her. She knew when a man was attracted to her. She could tell he was smitten with her the second he saw her. It didn't bother he. In fact, it was flattering. Yet, she knew getting involved with him wouldn't be a good idea. He was her father's therapist after all. It felt like a conflict of interest. Besides why would a human want to get mixed up with a witch? Times were different but not that different.
"Am I making your uncomfortable?" Dr. Harvey questioned.
"No," she said smiling. "I guess..I can tell your interested in me. That's alright. I just...don't think it's a good idea. I mean...I'm a witch."
"I'm sorry for being such a creep," he explained setting his papers down. "You are a very beautiful girl but I shouldn't be drooling over you. If...you did have the same attraction for me you being a witch wouldn't be a...problem for me at all."
Wendy didn't knew how she felt about this man. She had only just met him but there was a connection there. Something deep. Like a river buried under a mountain. Locked away and hidden but still there.
Kat. He had a daughter to think about and so did she. There was no way she was ready to be a mom. She struggled to keep her life on the good road. She didn't need to responsible for another human life. She could barely handle a fish.
Oh no. Frank. She fed him before she left but she didn't hadn't reminded her mother.
"We'll see," Wendy said standing up. "Are we done for right now?"
"Of course," James said.
Wendy gave him a little smile before walking out of the library.