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Show Inside Out, 183 So for the next half-hour I spilled my life to Terra. I told her all about Mom and the National Book Award. And Sophie going to the Young Writer's Academy. And then I told her about the accident. She listened so well that I just didn't stop talking. I even told her about Paul, and Leslie, and how I thought maybe I really wanted to like her but somehow I couldn't bring myself to let her in. "I keep trying to figure it out," I said. "Like psychoanalyze it. Am I afraid I'm betraying Mom if I like Leslie?" "Speaking of psychoanalyzing, I have this friend-" Terra said, then she stopped for a second. "Well, he's not a friend; he's a therapist. Remember when you saw me at the doctor's office? I was waiting for my appointment with him. Dr. Scofield. Anyway, he helps me see how I sometimes get stuck looking at things one way when it might not be the only right way." I waited a second before answering. Because I was blown away by her trust, by what she was telling me. I knew it was a great gift. "It sounds like he's helped you," I finally said. "Well, Tm not sure how much yet," she said. "But I think if he hasn't helped me yet, it's probably because I haven't been ready to be completely trusting of him yet. But he's very patient. Yes, I think he's helping." "That's cool," I said. "When my sister was at home, cutting school and screwing around all the time, my mom wanted us to go see a therapist together, but my dad wouldn't do it. He calls them 'shrinks.'" Terra sighed. "I know how he feels. It's hard to bring yourself to see a therapist. It's especially hard for us Mormons. We like to think we have all the answers and that if |