14 November 2025
Friday. A group of six rang this week, hoping to share the cell. Six! I was so flattered I had to sit down.
Sadly, my practice takes four patients at a time. Never five. Never six. Never “four and a friend who just wants to watch”. I like my patients where I can hear every one of them, and in a padded cell, four voices is quite enough voices.
The front desk, who are much better at this than me, suggested the six split up: four with me, two in another room down the corridor, starting at the same time, so everybody could compare notes in the foyer afterwards. Compare notes! I nearly cried. That is my favourite thing to do.
Very large groups, I am told, have a whole team of planners for that sort of evening. I have sent them a fruit basket. They have not yet worked out who it is from.
Tonight’s four were the lucky ones. The other two went to a room with ghosts. I hear they had a lovely time, which I find hard to forgive.
— Your Therapist
