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Show Inside Out, 187 "It's your choice, Terra. You can wait a while if you'd like, but we've reached a bridge here. If you don't want to cross it, we can only sit down and wait." "Fll give them the letters." Dr. Scofield was quiet. Then he said, "You're very brave. I'm proud of you, Terra. You're choosing progress. Whatever happens, growth will occur for all of you. I can't wait to hear how it goes. "And now," he continued, picking up a small calendar from a side-table near his chair. "We need to schedule next week's visit. I am leaving on a trip tomorrow, but I'll be back by this time next week. Do you have next week's work schedule?" It strange and embarrassing when she had to talk to him about scheduling. Or hand him a check. She hated it. Especially the way he could switch from therapy-voice to business-voice so suddenly. She sighed. All the way home she thought about the letters. Should she just hand them to her parents? "Here, Dad, this is for you?" And he would hold it and look at her and say, "What is it?" She finally decided she would leave them on their pillows. But she'd have to do it at the right time, so they wouldn't read them too early. She didn't want to talk about it all tonight. She brought in the mail from the mailbox on her way into the house. She could hear the TV on in the bedroom. Dad was home again. She didn't realize she had been worried he might not be until she heard that noise. She rifled through the mail. Young Writer's Academy. Her hands shook as she opened the envelope. "Dear Writer," she read. |