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Therapy and Beer

Her house is just nearby. She's almost there. The shopping bag isn't that heavy for Mary. She's used to the heavy baggage. Passing by the house where that guy got taken away.

A girl wailing outside of the door. The person living in this house. Wailing, not wanting to shout outside. Her face mask isn't on her. Mary didn't bother to approach her, knowing the risk she could bring herself and the girl herself. She still feels sorry for her.

A soldier sees the girl outside, Mary seeing him, walks ahead. She's wearing her face mask but the girl, isn't so lucky. She imagines this girl would get a warning for not wearing a face mask outside. Usually, there is one warning. If the person breaks that one warning, the person will have to be sent to the quarantine zone, unless they pay a heavy fine, one Mary couldn't afford. But the girl doesn't seem to care. Mary tries to ignore the conversation between the two. Nevertheless, the sound between the two, indicating she will not go back inside. She really misses her boyfriend, after what they have just done to him.

The walk isn't that far. She's starting to tired, feeling the strain from carrying her shopping bag. But shrugs off the feeling. Just wants to get back to her home as fast as she can.

Making it to the neighbourhood. Completely quiet. The sky is still bright but in a few hours, will turn dark soon. The house inspector, outside, just walking around the street. Confused, she doesn't know why he's still there.

"Oh hi Mary." He spots her as he immediately waves at her.

She waves back at him with the only spare hand before approaching her house. The house inspector seems happy to see her but lets her off, knowing she has to get home. He wished to help her but it's not allowed.

Making it inside, she pushes the door shut loud. Locking the door, dropping the bag before sitting behind the door. Both hands on her face, only good part of the day, seeing John and catching up with him for a short while until tomorrow. The rest, not so much.

Remaining sat down for a couple of minutes before remembering the strawberries need to be in the fridge as soon as possible. The realisation causes her to raise herself back up. Grabbing the bag immediately. Walking to the kitchen without a rush. Dropping her bag on the ground.

Grabbing items from the bag. Putting the products in the right places, with the exception of the ingredients for her meal. Looking around her, Mary doesn't seem to have eaten a lot. Her body weight has changed over the course of the pandemic. Filled with bones but still having retain some fat and muscle in her body.

Taking off her jacket, putting it in the hanger. Mary walks to the kitchen, getting everything ready. Two pans, one for the pasta, the other for the sauce. About to grab her ingredients...
Her phone vibrating. Looking at her phone, a person, going by the name Daniela. Mary seems annoyed, not wanting to talk to this person. Presses the opposite button. Not wanting to hear any from her. Till it vibrates again. Wanting to call her. Grabbing her phone, a silent groan.

"Hello Mary."

"Hi Daniela." In a calm, happy tone, hiding her angry, annoyed manner during the call. Mary still wonders why Daniela is calling her.

"It's your appointment." Confused.

"I'm sorry, when's my appointment." Unsure what she meant.

"Today, we were supposed to have it in the morning but you didn't answer." Mary realises it just now. She forgot about it.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry Daniela about this."

"It's okay no need to apologise. I'm still available today anytime if you want it." Daniela is a good woman but her therapy appointments tend to become too sensitive for her. Too triggering.