Delilah

D(2).

"Come in."
I picked up my head and turned my seat around to see my client walk in quietly with her head down like a child like she had always done since we started these sessions. Made no sense to me if we had been talking for about a year. What was she still shy for?
"Have you been practicing on what I taught you?" I stood up from my seat and let it spin.
"Yeah, I forget sometimes, but when I don't it does make me feel better."
I went to the rug I got from my trip to Indonesia that sat in the back of my office and then held out my hand. "Good, come."
We both sat and meditated in the silence. It felt so good, as if my body was agreeing with the earth and the earth was agreeing with mine. Breathing in and then out again gave me the peace I couldn't get from anything else. I was no longer here anymore, I was no longer anywhere. I needed this more than she did.

We sat for as long as twenty minutes until Paige buzzed for me. I ran to my phone and said "Yes Paige?"
"There's a Denise on line one."
"I'm with a client, take a message Paige."
"I'll try."
"What do you mean?" I wrapped three fingers around the cord of the phone and bit on my bottom lip."
"She sounds a bit upset, and now she's already up here in the lobby." I turned to look at my client and she was turned around looking at me. Her eyes were the natural puppy dog but her lips mouthed "go ahead" and so I left her in my office and fast paced my steps to the front desk.
When I turned the corner Denise was rocking herself in our lobby seat holding on to her purse like that was the only thing she had left. Her hair was a mess, her face was ashy from tears and hovering over her shoulder looked almost like a bee. I ran up to her and fell to my knees. "Denise? Baby, what's wrong?"