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“What about seeing me makes you uncomfortable, Mr. Brook? Maybe that’s a more appropriate place to start.”

Lee wondered where this strange gauge of appropriateness came from and who determined what behaviors and where they fell on such a gauge.He smiled slightly.”It’s not personal.I don’t know you.” Or anyone really.”I just want this problem to go away.”

She was listening and he appreciated that at the very least. He was listening to himself, too. He didn’t like the picture he was painting, but he didn’t see a way around it. He trailed off on his last sentence unsure as to what he ought to add or say next. She picked up on this and delicately asked who ‘she’ was. Lee blinked. He hadn’t mentioned her name once. He nodded slightly,”Ex-girlfriend…”His eyes wandered to the doctor’s diploma on the wall and he frowned. Doctor Rosalind Harcourt.Rosalie. Rosalind. How could he have missed that? Or was that why he’d chosen her out of all the recommended names? He cleared his throat, “But she’s…gone now…so…these dreams don’t even make sense.” Great. Now he was repeating himself.

“Right,” Dr. Harcourt responded, nodding slowly. “To solve this problem, or obstacle, as I like to say, it’s helpful to let go of whatever discomfort being here in my office may bring. It’s hard to get personal work done when you’re not at ease.”

“Ah, ex-girlfriend,” she gave Benjamin a somewhat sympathetic and understanding look. She listened, nothing the somewhat ambiguous way he spoke about this girl. “And if I may ask, what happened to her?” Rosalind allowed the gears in her head to turn slowly, knowing first she needed to understand the perceived problem. Once she had uncovered the story behind, she would work to find the reasoning, or the subconscious desire.

“Dreams never quite make sense, it seems,” she spoke reassuringly. “We’ll get to the bottom of all of this, Mr. Brook.”