I wait to be called in for my second and last therapy appointment following the Big Announcement. I pretend to read but in actual fact I just sit there, scratching a hangnail until it bleeds, eavesdropping on the two receptionists. In a few minutes I’ll get kicked out of therapy and I’ll leave in much worse shape than I entered. But I don’t know that yet.
"There," says Receptionist A, after pushing some paper around, "Easy as pie."
Receptionist B narrows her eyes at Receptionist A. "That’s the stupidest expression I’ve ever heard. Everyone knows pie isn’t that easy to make."