Chapter 1 #3
“If he said it wasn’t necessary, then why are you going in to see him?
It sounds to me like he would know better than you do.
Not to mention it sounds like a waste of money.
” She took offense, and she knew that she would.
When she slammed down her fork, she knew that she shouldn’t have said anything.
“Come on, Robin. Let’s have a good lunch, and I can go back to work. ”
“I know more about depression than you do. Even he doesn’t know as much as I do.
I told him that I needed to see him three times a week, and you know what he said?
That would be a waste of both our time. That the one hour I see him a week is plenty.
But I insisted, and now that he’s doing what I want, I’m feeling better. Shouldn’t that count for something?”
“Yes, it should.” Ignoring the people staring at them, she asked her sister to calm down.
She usually would if they were out in public.
But she’d only be calm until the next thing she said set her off again.
“Finish your meal, and I’ll do the same to mine.
That way, we can talk a little bit before I have to rush back to work. ”
“I don’t want you to work.” She said that she had to, as she didn’t have any money. “I have money. You should let me pay you to stay home.”
“We’ve been through this before. I need to work, or I’ll go crazy at home all the time.
” She also needed to work for the money, but Robin wouldn’t understand that.
She had millions of dollars from her marriage that had ended with her husband’s death five years ago.
“I need to work for the insurance as well. I’ve told you this before. ”
“I have lots of money that I don’t know what to do with.” She wanted to tell her to get a life, but didn’t. That was another taboo subject. “If I keep seeing my doctor three times a week, I’m going to be as broke as you are. Isn’t that funny?”
“No, I don’t think it is.” She was finished with her tacos and was ready to leave. Robin had a smile on her face that she knew wouldn’t bode well for her. “What are you thinking right now?”
“That when Davy had his car accident, he made me rich. I could make you rich, too, if you’d just let me.
We could live in my big house together and be roomies.
That would make my depression less harsh, and you want that, don’t you?
” She said that she would love for her depression to be less, but she didn’t think that moving in together would solve that. “Why not? We get along really well.”
“Not really.” She pouted, and she wanted to smack the shit right out of her.
But she wouldn’t. Because it would make her feel better didn’t mean that it would, Robin.
It surprised her that she thought of that often when dealing with her.
“We get along when we don’t see each other every day.
Mine might not be as bad as yours is, but I have depression as well, and living with you in your big house would make me crazy. You don’t want that, do you?”
“You make me so angry at times.” She didn’t say a word.
Robin’s anger could morph into full-blown anger at any time, and she didn’t have time to deal with her today.
“I’m sorry. But I want you to live with me so that I don’t have to see the doctor three times a week.
Without you there, I might have to go up to four or five.
What will you do then if you can’t see me for these little lunches? ”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell her what she’d do, but she didn’t.
She was whiny right now, and that was better than angry.
She started to point out that she didn’t need to see her doctor three times a week anyway; whatever would he say if she were to insist on four or five days a week? He’d probably drop her. She would.
She was headed back to her office when she got a phone call from her.
Robin wanted to meet for dinner, but that wasn’t going to be possible.
After telling her the reasons that she couldn’t, Robin said that she’d hire someone to clean her house and do her laundry, but Blake told her no.
She was going to do it on her own, and that would be fine.
Besides, once a day was almost more than she could stand.
If they met for dinner, she’d be talking to her own therapist at least twice a week instead of once every three months.
As soon as she was at her desk, she told her sister that she had to go and hung up.
There would be hell to pay for doing that, but right now she needed to chill out before she had to deal with work.
Laying her head on her desk, she was pissed because she forgot about her coffee.
When her timer went off, indicating it was time to get back to work, she picked up her phone, shut it off, and began working. She worked for a large firm that dealt in insurance fraud and the pressures that went with it.