“It’s okay, dear. If it settles this man down.” The gnarled old hag sharpens her eyes my way. “He has been causing quite the commotion.”
“Sweetheart,” I leer. “I haven’t even got started.”
“If you persist, Boe, I will have to call building security.”
“Go ahead.” I wave a hand dismissively at Edith before folding my arms high on my chest. “I’ll wait while Mrs. Cruse here tells me what her appointment is for.”
“Doctor Potts assists with my shopping addiction,” the old woman shares.
I look to Edith first, then Mrs. Cruse, before back to Edith. I lose my grip on composure. My laugh erupts, echoing around the small waiting area. “Are you serious?” The old bag regards me with wide eyes when I return my focus to her. “Take the day off, darling. Treat yourself.” I rise from the seat and stride towards Edith’s office. “I’ll have her session for myself.” Both Edith and the woman stare open-mouthed as I hesitate, leaning back out the open office door to let the receptionist know, “Reschedule Mrs. Cruse for me, would you love?”
Fucking shopping addiction. Pfft.