After a long party of the kids staying up, drinking, smoking, getting to know Meg, and Kat being quiet, the next day came fast.
Minutes after everyone left the Marsh's apartment Stan came back in.
"By the way, your first appointment is in 30 minutes." He said to Kat who was making eggs for Beverly and Meg.
"I'm not going."
"I'll go with you." Stan suggested.
"I'm not going."
"You have to go, Kat. If you don't you will sink more into your depression every day. It will never stop." Stan stared at the girl who put the eggs onto two plates.
"I'm not even depressed anymore, Stan. I've been really productive lately."
"I know depression. I've seen it, in you. It gets good, but then it gets really bad." Stan insisted. "You need to see someone. And if it's not me then it's a professional."
"How are you affording this?" Asked Kat.
"Mary picked up a second shift and I'm working at the bowling alley on weekends."
Kat sighed. "This is ridiculous. I don't need people raising money for me to do something I don't need."
"You need it. And we need to be there in 20 minutes." Stan checked his watch. "We're going."
