At his desk in the newspaper office, Nick set a reminder alert on his pager for two hours -- time to get Kelli. He definitely was not going to see that quack again. He'd just hang around out in the hallway waiting for Kelli.
He quickly went through his e-mail messages, then as he listened to his voice mail, on a whim, he logged onto the Web and went to Google. He did a search on Megan _____ and was surprised at the number hits he got. He scanned the list to get a feel for what information was out there. Then he methodically clicked on each link and opened and printed each document.
At the end of an hour, he picked up a thick stack of paper off the printer and took it back to his desk -- stopping at the vending machine for a Pepsi on the way. He settled back in his chair to read, propping his feet on his desk.
posted by Carol 1:06 PM
That woman is probably a quack, Nick thought. Or else why wouldn't she allow a concerned family member sit in on the session.
Nick had thought he was making a perfectly reasonable request. But Megan had categorically refused. When Nick pressed her, she'd turned cool and professional, saying, "Mr. ____, patient confidentiality precludes any outsiders in our group sessions. Now, if you'll excuse me..." She'd turned and walked into her office, shutting the door most firmly behind her.
posted by Carol 1:08 PM
Hello -- carolellerman
Nick strode out of the office building, bristling with irritation. He could feel the frown lines creasing his forehead. The faint pounding at his temples foretold an oncoming headache. Despite the cold, windy night, he walked the three blocks to the newspaper -- intending to check his e-mail and voice mail while Kelli was in her group therapy session.
posted by Carol 12:54 PM