Chapter 19 The nineteenth psychological consultation

Doctor, I hope you are doing better this week.I can't blame you for canceling my registration, after all, I'm probably the one who infected you with the cold.I've recovered a lot, in many ways.One of the incidents was that the police called me on Monday and the serial burglar had been arrested.That's right, the thief is just a teenager. You should be relieved to hear that I haven't slept in the closet once since my last treatment.And I don't take a bath at night.Now I can shave my legs in the shower without even needing to shampoo and condition twice.Half the time, I can pee without taking a deep breath, and I can eat when I'm hungry.Sometimes I break the pervert's rules and I can't even hear him yelling at me.

There is only one thing that I can't forget, it's a donkey.The photo I got back from the psycho is an older one.After I got home, there were too many messy things, I forgot them for a while, and I only remembered them when I mentioned them to you last time.That day, I was rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home again, trying to understand what the thief had stolen, and accidentally saw a small box, which contained things I had brought down from the mountain. The real estate company I work for has a low wall separating the office, and I have a cork board hanging on the wall of my desk, and I have a lot of pictures nailed to it, so I figured the pervert might have stolen the photo from the board.He can pretend that he intends to buy a house, and he can find a real estate agent to discuss with us when he joins our company.As far as I know, he saw me in person for the first time, possibly even at company.But, how could I pin my own photo on the board?Is this reason that important?Why should I want to break my head and look for trouble?Alas, sometimes I think my mind is just looking for something to worry about.It's like putting a bunch of kids to bed when one annoyance finally falls asleep and the other jumps out of bed and runs around.

This week, I thought about Christina.In the past, every time I met Luke, I would break down every minute of the process with her.Thinking of this, thoughts of her welled up.I reminded myself how relieved I was after making that list and how proud I was to finally be able to meet Luke, and I called her cell phone before I could cringe. I'm Christina. Hey, it's me. annie!Don't hang up yet, I heard Christina say a word to someone with her mobile phone covered, and then she went back online.I'm sorry, Anne, it's been a busy morning, but I'm so glad to have your call. Damn, today is just the day you show your clients a house, right?I'll call you back later.

No, miss, I won't let you get rid of me in two sentences.Waiting for you to answer the phone, I will have gray hair.We both paused at the same time. I don't know how to explain why I can't avoid my old friends, so I can only say: Uh, how are you doing? I?Same old. Where's Andrew? He's fine.You know our situation best, it remains the same.and you?How's it going? Not bad, I guess.I thought about interesting things about my life that I could share with her.I'm helping Luke with the bookkeeping. Are you back in touch?Good, good, good, great news, she said in a fake Russian accent.

Don't get it wrong, it's just a business matter, this is too hasty. She laughed, meaning she still wanted to be stubborn?Then he said: Break it up as you like.By the way, what's wrong with your mother?I saw her and Wayne downtown the other day and she looked uh Out of breath?Lately she's been eating her anger for food.However, she came to see me two or three weeks ago and gave me my photo album back, and also sent me some photos of my dad and Daisy that I have never seen before. up. She thought you were gone and never came back, probably still in the adaptation period. right.I don't want to go into this aspect, so I say: I want to know how the market of my house is.

What's wrong?You don't want to sell the house, do you? I avoid talking about breaking into the empty door.After being rented out by my mother, even the smell in the house doesn't look like mine anymore, and the feeling of living is much different from before. Standing on the porch in such a well-dressed manner, wearing a baseball cap and coveralls, with a smirk on her face, I can't figure out what the hell she's up to.I opened the door and saw her holding two paintbrushes in one hand and a large bucket of paint in the other.She handed me a brush. Come over and see how we can fix your house.

I'm a little tired today.If you had called first, she would have acted deaf, blowing past me like the wind, and I could only monologue to the doorstep. She turned around and said, "Oh, come on, it's useless if you hit me, how can you pick it up?"I am speechless.Don't groan over there, and roll over quickly, little girl.She started pushing the end of the couch, and unless I was willing to let the couch scratch the hardwood, I had to obey her and clear the mess from the living room.I've considered painting the walls beige a long time ago and never made the move.When I saw the creamy yellow she chose, I couldn't help myself instantly.

After painting for two or three hours, we took a break and sat on the balcony with a glass of red wine each.Christina never drank a bottle of red wine under twenty dollars, and she would bring her own wine every time she came.The sun just went down, so I turned on all the pendant lights on the balcony.We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching Emma chew the knotted oxhide bone, and then Christina looked me in the eye. What's wrong between the two of us? I played with the foot of the wine glass and shrugged, feeling my face was hot. I don't know, just just how?I think that friends should treat each other with sincerity.You are my best friend.

I did my best, I just needed What advice do I have for you?Did you do what I said?Or you don't even listen to my advice?There is a book on the market, the author has been sexually assaulted, you should buy it for reference, the book suggests that the victim should first build a wall to surround himself, but after entering the next stage, you can no longer This is it.You put too much pressure on me.It's up to you to open and close your mouth, it's endless.I don't want to talk about it, but you insist on it.That time I wanted to tell you that I didn't want to collect your clothes, but you still came here with a steamroller.I stop to catch my breath.Christina was dumbfounded.

You want to help me, and I appreciate it, but oh, Christina, sometimes you really should take a few steps back. The two were silent for a minute, and then it was Christina who spoke.Why don't you just tell me why you don't want to collect the clothes? The problem is that I can't explain why.If you want to help, then you can only accept my current situation, don't try to force me to talk about this and that, don't try to treat me again.If you can't accept it, then we'd better go our separate ways. I shrank my neck, waiting for Christina to get angry, but she nodded twice before saying, "Okay, then I will obey you."Anne, I cannot live without you.

Oh, I said.That's good.I mean, that's great, because I want you to be with me too. She smiled at first, then turned serious.However, there is one thing I must tell you.A lot has happened during your absence.Everyone's emotional ups and downs are great, and no one knows how to accept the facts.not to mention I raise a hand.do not talk.If you want to talk, you can only talk about light topics, otherwise I won't be able to talk. but anne Don't be too bad.My hunch was that she was trying to say she had won the sale of the Waterfront Building. I was driving the other day and saw her sign in front of the building.The topic I'm least in the mood to talk about is real estate.And no matter what, it was reasonable for her to win the sales case, and it was too late for me to be happy for her.Rather than being robbed by that mysterious realtor, I'd rather let Christina win the sale. She stared at me wide-eyed for a few seconds, then shook her head. Well, you win.But since you won't let me talk, I'm going to force you to paint for a few more minutes. With a groan, I followed her into the room and worked together to paint the rest of the living room. Saying goodbye on the porch, she was about to step into her BMW when she turned around. Annie, I just wanted to treat you the same way before. I know.The thing is, I'm not the same anymore. She said: Everyone is not the same anymore.After she finished speaking, she closed the car door. The next afternoon, I decided to rummage through two boxes of my stuff.These two boxes were found in my mother's carport when I went to borrow gardening tools from my mother.The first box was full of trophies and medals from real estate companies that I had kept in my office instead of hanging them.The other box is full of my art supplies, as well as sketches and paintings, and this is the box I'm more interested in.I have a brochure about art school tucked in my sketchbook.My high school graduation wish was to attend this school, and after a long time, I forgot about it.Only this time, I recall the past without being haunted by screaming ghosts, and the smell of charcoal and oil paint makes me smile. I took out my sketch pad and brief, grabbed my charcoal pencil, poured myself a glass of Shiraz, and headed out to the balcony.I stared stupidly at the white paper for a while.The sun was about to set, and Emma was lying in the few remaining rays of sunlight. The golden retriever looked dazzling, emphasizing the shadow on her body even more.I sketched the curves of her body with charcoal on the paper, and the technique of drawing came back to my mind.I get lost in the feel of rubbing dry paper, watching simple lines come together into shapes, and then shading a few lines with my fingertips.I continued to paint, changing the balance of light and shadow, and then stopped to admire the singing birds in the nearby trees.When I turned my gaze back to the paper, I exclaimed surprise and shock.It was originally a sketch of a dog on the paper, but when I looked away for a while and came back, I saw Emma, ​​even the little golden hair on the top of her tail was drawn perfectly. I sat on the balcony and continued to admire my sketch for a few minutes, hoping to show it to someone else, when my attention returned to the brief.I flipped through the pages, and when I saw the footnotes written by myself in high school, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.But my smile didn't last long, because I saw that I circled the tuition fee with a big question mark next to it. When my grandmother passed away, she left a small inheritance to my mother. I asked her to give some of it to me as tuition fees, but she said that it was all spent.Whatever amount was left, after she met Wayne, before the ink on the marriage certificate ran dry, there must have been none left. I considered working part-time to go to that art school, but my mother kept telling me that art workers couldn't make much money, and I didn't know what to do, so I had to step into the society and start working.I originally thought that after saving enough money, I would consider picking up textbooks again, but unfortunately, the matter of enrolling in art school has since been buried. Luke called me last night and I told him about the evening sketch.That's good, Anne, you've always liked art.He didn't ask me to show it to him, and I didn't ask him if he wanted to see it. Christina came over to my house a few times to paint the rest of the walls of our house.She respected what I meant, and the topic of chatting was as light as possible, but I always felt that the atmosphere was a bit contrived.The atmosphere wasn't tense, just awkward.Every time I think about telling what happened on the mountain, a wave of anxiety washes over me.Now I can only gossip about Hollywood superstars and old colleagues.The last time I saw Christina, she talked about how she was going to learn self-defense with a funny cop. Hearing her mention the police immediately made me think of what happened to me after I regained my freedom.Since my impression of the police is stuck in the role in the rerun series, I hoped to meet the French Open Dragon, but what I met was the confused detective. I was happy to see a woman sitting at the counter at the police station, but she was too busy playing Scrabble to ask without looking up: Who do you want? Police, I think. What do you think? No, I mean, yes, I want to call the police.All I really wanted to do was turn around and walk away, but she waved at a cop who had just come out of the restroom.The policeman wipes his hands on his trousers. Constable Pepper can help you, she said. The surname Pepper is embarrassing enough, luckily his title is not Sergeant What a big ball, but the rest of the body is skinny, and the pistol belt hangs on the thin hip, as if it will slip off at any time. He glanced at me, grabbed some files from the counter, and said: Come here. He poured himself a cup of coffee from an old coffee maker without asking me if I wanted a cup with sugar and creamer.He motioned for me to follow, past a glass-walled office where three police officers were sitting around a table watching a small TV broadcast of a football game. When he came to his desk, he pushed a stack of files aside, put down the coffee cup, and waved me to sit down on the opposite chair.It took him two minutes to rummage through a drawer for a usable pen, and another few minutes to pull out the various forms and put them back.Finally, he held a pen that could write, and a form was placed in front of him. What is your last name? Annie.O'Sullivan. He looked straight at me, his eyes searching every corner of my face, then stood up abruptly and knocked over the coffee. Sit down and I'll call someone over. The paper on the table was wet, but he didn't care, he went straight to the glass-walled office and started talking to a short man with gray hair.The dwarf probably had a high class, since he was the only one sitting in a private office.Judging by the way Pepper danced and danced, he was emotional.Pepper pointed at me, and the officer turned to meet my eyes.I already have the feeling of getting out of here immediately. The policeman who was watching TV turned the volume down, looked at me, then at the office.I glance at the counter, and the counter lady is watching me.I turned my gaze back to the office.The officer picked up the receiver, said a few words, paced back and forth, and pulled the phone line to its limit.After hanging up, he took a dossier from the back drawer and read it with Pepper, discussing it for a while, looking at me, and then the dossier again.The behavior of these people is not concealed at all. At last the Sheriff and Pepper walked out of the office with the files.The officer bent over and approached me, with one hand resting on his knee and the other stretched out to me. He spoke slowly and carefully, enunciating words clearly and carefully. Hello, I'm Officer Jablonski. Annie.O'Sullivan.I shake hands with him.His hands were dry and cold. Nice to meet you, Anne.Can I speak to you in private if you agree?Why do you drag each word so long?Dumb, English is my mother tongue. also good.I stand up. Pepper took two papers and pencils from his desk and said to me: We would like to invite you into the interrogation room.At least he speaks at a normal pace.When he left his desk, all the policemen who had been watching TV stood up and remained motionless.Pepper and Jablonski guarded me to the left and right, and Pepper tried to hold my arm, but I shook him off.It was like they were going to take me to the electric chair, I swear, the phone stopped ringing suddenly.Pepper shrunk slightly, head held high, as if he alone had found me. This place is 100 percent small town.I've only seen a few policemen so far, and they took me into a cold concrete room about the size of a bathroom in a typical house.There was a metal table in the middle of the room, and when we sat down facing each other there was a knock on the door, and Pepper stood up to answer it.The lady at the counter brought him two cups of coffee and wanted to peek at the scene behind him, but he blocked her.After he closed the door, the officer nodded to me.Would you like a cup of coffee?What about soda? No thanks. There is a big mirror on the wall.I hate being watched by invisible people. I point to the mirror.Is there anyone behind? Not yet, Jablonski said.In other words, will someone be there later? I nod towards the front left corner.What is the camera doing there? The entire interrogation process is audio and video-recorded, which is a standard procedure. Standard procedure bugs me as much as a two-way mirror.I shake my head.to turn off. You'll soon forget it's there.You are Anne, a resident of Clayton Falls.O'Sullivan? I stare at the camera.Pepper cleared his throat, and Jablonski asked again.I remained silent for another minute or so before Jablonski made a hasty gesture to my neck and Pepper walked away for a few minutes.When he came back, the little red light on the camera had gone out. Jablonski said: The recording agency is not allowed.No recording, no interrogation.I wonder if he's bluffing me on TV, sometimes the cops record it, sometimes they don't but I don't care. We do it all over again.You are Anne, a resident of Clayton Falls.O'Sullivan? yes.Is this Vancouver Island? You don't know? That's why I ask. Jablonski: Yes, this is Vancouver Island.Entering the next question, the slow and correct grammar also disappeared.Please tell us, where are you staying these days? I don't know, only that there is a log cabin there.I don't know how I got locked in because I was doing an open house sale and there was a man︱ What man?Pepper asked. do you know himasked Jablonski. These two sentences came at the same time, and the image of the pervert getting out of the car and walking to the empty house flashed in my mind. He is a stranger.Opening time is almost over and I walk out the door What car does he drive? van.I saw the pervert smiling at me, it was so warm.My stomach tightens. what colour?Do you remember the brand and style?Ever seen that van before? Not impressed.I look at the wall behind them and start counting the bricks on the cement wall. You don't remember the make and model, or have you never seen that car? The car is a Dodge, it seems to be a Caravan series, it's tan, it's still new, that's all I remember.He brought a publication introducing real estate.He's been watching me for a while and knows a lot Is he a former client?Could it be the man you rejected in a nightclub one night?Or chatted with you on the Internet?asked Jablonski. No, no, no. He raised his eyebrows.Did I hear you right?What you want to say is that this man has somehow taken a fancy to you? The point is not whether I want to say it or not, it's that I don't know why he likes me at all. Annie, we want to help you, but first we need to understand the facts.He leaned back in his chair, hands on chest. I slammed my hand on the table and their goddam pens and papers and coffee cups jumped in the air.I stood up, leaned against the table, put my hands on the table, and shouted at their shocked faces. I'm telling the truth! Pepper threw his hands forward.Calm down!you are too emotional Seeing me throwing up the table and going crazy, they quickly dodged and walked out of the interrogation room in a hurry, while I shouted at my back, and I would never say a word again unless the real police came. After I was alone in the interrogation room, I was so dumbfounded by the chaos that I even broke one of the coffee cups.I lifted the table, picked up the notebook, and wiped the coffee with a paper.A few minutes later, Pepper came in with his tail between his legs, took away the notebook on the table, stretched out one hand to me with the palm facing me, pressed the notebook to his chest with the other hand, and slowly walked out of the interrogation room. You take a break, we've got someone to come and talk to you. The front of his trousers was wet with coffee when I lifted the table.I was about to hand him the shards of the coffee mug to apologize when he slipped out the door with a whoosh. I laughed dryly for a few seconds, then pressed my forehead to the table and began to cry.