Crystal's Heart by B.L. Miller & Verda Foster

Author:B.L. Miller & Verda Foster [Miller, B.L. & Foster, Verda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, lgbt, contemporary
ISBN: 9781934452585
Amazon: 1934452580
Publisher: Bedazzled Ink Publishing Company
Published: 2011-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Tenth

"Good to see you," Jenny said as she held the door open. Crystal stepped through and into the therapist's office.

"How ya doing, Doc?" she asked, heading for the recliner.

"I'm well, Crystal. You seemed to be enjoying yourself at the game Saturday. Where do you want me to sit?"

"Uh," Crystal looked at the couch, then at the bean bags. "I dunno." Shrugging her shoulders, she looked at the therapist. "Wherever you want, I guess."

"You don't like to make decisions, do you?"

Crystal watched Jenny take a seat on the couch, the ever present clipboard on her lap. "So what are we gonna talk about today?"

"Is there something you feel the need to talk about?" Jenny asked. "You said last week you weren't sure what you were going to do about your job at the strip club. Have you made your decision?"

A smirk came to Crystal's face. "Oh yeah," she said. "I'm not there anymore and Michael showed me how to screw drywall into place and he told me he'd show me how to use a paint sprayer when it came time."

"Sounds like he has confidence in your ability to adapt to change and learn new things." The knowing smile on Jenny's face caused Crystal to frown. She hated that look because she knew what it meant.

"I dunno. I guess."

"That's what it looks like to me. You're very good at adapting, aren't you?"

"So you tell me, Doc," Crystal answered in a bored tone. She looked down at her fingernails. "I need the job so I learn how to do things. It's not a big deal." Feeling stiff, Crystal moved out of the chair and flopped down on the floor, her back pressed up against the red beanbag. "I do what I have to."

"It's one of your survival skills," Jenny pointed out, moving forward until she was barely on thee.g.of thee.g.of the couch. "You've learned to adapt to what's going on around you."

"Yeah, whatever," Crystal said, staring up at the ceiling. "I did what I had to do in order to get by. This time it's something useful. I can always put down on a job application that I know how to handle a screw gun. That'd look a lot better than saying I'm a stripper."

"That is true but you have gained skills from all your experiences, good and bad."

"It all goes back to that, doesn't it Doc?" Come on, give me a break. Crystal allowed her eyes to follow the jagged pattern of the acoustical tiles. "Everything we talk about goes back to my rotten childhood and the shit that happened to me."

"I didn't say anything about your childhood this time," Jenny pointed out. "You know what tells me? It tells me something is on your mind." "I dunno."

"I told you no excuses, no bullshit in here." Setting the clipboard on the couch, the therapist pulled the blue beanbag over and settled herself on it. "You can stare at the ceiling all night if you want to."

Great, Crystal thought to herself. You're a real pain in the ass, Doc.

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