Bittersweet 2
I knew I was going crazy. I could not afford to go crazy. I would lose clients and money, lots of it. As an interior decorator, a lot depends on being sane, clear and logical. I had to pull myself together as I made a decision. I had to see a shrink. I had no choice now. I went on line and made enquiries and I was able to get one, an elderly male. I wanted someone who had seen life in all its ramifications. Our first appointment was on a Saturday morning. I woke up early, expectant and a little gay. I felt the weight of my grief would find relief that day. I showered quickly and threw on a gown, used a little lipstick and eyed myself critically in the mirror. I had lost a ton of weigh these past few weeks, but a little more make up would hide the hollows. I set to work and an hour later, I looked just fine I got a taxi which took me to the expansive office of the shrink on the island. The office was a serene haven, designed to ease the mind and invite reflection. The room was spaciou