Heidi Chu ’19
You Know What You Have To Do
David hurried into the office; his shoes shuffled impatiently down the checkerboard carpet.
“Sorry, sorry, I-there was traffic and then I-” he murmured in between heavy puffs of air.
“That’s fine, Mr. Shapiro, just take a seat so we can get started,” Dr. Larson said calmly.
His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and a notebook sat on the corner of the glass table in the center of the room. A clock ticked away on the opposite wall, a tauntingly silent reminder. David placed his briefcase down beside the couch and laid down, but his feet hung slightly off the edge. He had grown a great deal since he first started seeing Dr. Larson. It took him a few moments to get situated. The material of the couch was plushy, and a row of metal studs lined one side.