4 March 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 16
The next few days were very similar to the first after my hospital stay. No matter what I did, the anger I felt still simmered just beneath the surface, and I couldn’t help but let it out in any way possible. I snapped at a telemarketer, I screamed at Sherman over stupid things, I even refused to tip the grocery delivery boy because he was five minutes later than expected. The rage just ate at me, and I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop it.
When Olivia showed up on my doorstep, I didn’t know what to think. I’d had a few rather nasty conversations with her that really shouldn’t have happened, so she knew something was up, but I refused to tell her anything. Seeing her, especially when she so rarely made house calls to her clients, was shocking to say the least. And it wasn’t at all welcome.