Ms. Hemming waved me into her office. “Take a chair.”
She shut the door behind me, as I walked inside. Pikes Peak rose among the mountains viewable from her windows.
I sat down in one of the chairs across from her desk. Unlike every therapist’s office I’d seen in cartoons, it did not have a couch–not that I expected to see one. My dad was a clinical psychologist. He didn’t have a couch. Continue reading Go Time: Part 3
Daniel grunted something unintelligible, but didn’t wake up.
I imagined an air horn, an old one that varied in pitch, ranging from a normal tone to a ragged, scratchy one to a painful screech.
Then, thinking back to our fight against Evil Beatnik, I started imagining a chorus of air horns, all of them slightly out of tune, endlessly repeating the only part of Barry Manilow’s “Mandy” that I could remember—the refrain.
Daniel raised his head. “That’s got to be against the Geneva Conventions. What time is it?”
We both turned toward the alarm clock. It was 5:48am. Continue reading Go Time: Part 2