Book 2: Anemone Young is good with most people. Others see something hidden behind her pale blue eyes. Something that disturbs them and makes them want to avoid her with every fiber of their being.
And those who sense it have a very valid reason to...
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You know how people are always saying things like 'I love my job' and 'I hate my job'? Well, Anemone didn't really care about her job. It was easy to deal with and handle as long as she kept to the rules of it and the rules were simple.
Don't become involved with a client... well, that was the main one, to Annie, all the others were more like guidelines.
Right now, watching the clock, she waited for her next client to walk in. This appointment was always a little late and it gave her enough time to relax and even drink a bottle of juice and eat a small snack that her stomach was calling for.
Annie's eyes shifted to the door as she heard their footsteps draw nearer. Her eyes went from the door to the clock as she mentally noted the time was relatively the same as all the other times this person had been late. Did Annie think that they knew that they were always about three minutes late? No, not really. In fact, it could simply be a subconscious thing. She believed that this could be the answer because this person was always doing things in threes. They said things in threes, freaked out whenever they didn't eat three meals a day, if they had a snack during the day they would have to have two more throughout the day. Things like that.
When he walked in and greeted her with a sheepish smile, she simply smiled back and motioned for him to sit down in one of the seats provided in the room.
If you haven't already been able to discern it, Anemone was a therapist or counselor. She helped people get through their everyday lives whether they had some serious anxieties about one thing or another or just needed someone to talk to. The only thing that stayed the same in every session is that she made sure every session was started by her client.
"How are you? Good today, right?" Every sentence in there was three words long.
"Yes, I'm fine. How about you?" This is how it usually started with him until he got comfortable with her that day. She liked this part of her job, though. Talking to these people that had so many little problems made making money easy for her to do. It wasn't like she didn't care, because she did care, that was the only way she was able to help them... that and the fact that she knew how to speak to them having once been in therapy herself.
Actually, she still spoke to a psychologist regularly to make sure that she was still sane as well as to keep herself sane. Her own therapist was a straightforward and observant man. Any hints she gave about something in her day happening, he noticed. Anemone wasn't sure he knew it but he was more than just her psychologist. He was also her mentor and her self-assurance. It was one of the few things she couldn't tell him.
"I had a dream last night." This pricked her curious nerve and she listened closely with a look of interest on her face. From there on out until the end of the hour, he told her of the things in his dream. His name was Owan Dierra and he was 37 years old. His dream involved things other than threes, which didn't surprise her, but she still listened intently to his explanation. When he was finished she asked him if there was any part of the dream he felt he saw and understood the meaning of.
