Session Three

This morning I got to Shady Pines like usual with the mother, and she got mad that I ruined a perfectly good name tag.

This time I was able to find Mr. Henricksen’s room relatively easy and Christa left us again.  I sat down and opened the book.

“Chapter Four. . ."

DING!

That was fast.

This guy was relentless! 

Oh, I figured I should change it for liability reasons, ya know, in case I die from slipping on someone’s toupee and they can identify the body.

I didn’t say that.  You can’t talk like that to an older person!

Instead I shrugged and said “Didn’t want to cause confusion,” which is true too.

He nodded slightly again and looked out the window, which I’ve come to take as my cue to keep reading.

Our time was nearly out when my pocket rang again.  I didn’t even notice Mr. H. typing.

“. . .Sir?” I asked.  He stared at me.  “You’ve already read the Great Gatsby?”

He nodded once.

Really, dude?  You couldn't have said told me this earlier?

I was annoyed, but I wouldn’t show it.  “I’m sorry, sir, if I’d have known I wouldn’t have read it.  Why didn’t you say anything before?” 

Didn't wanna be a bother.  I smirked.  Well played, Mr. H. 

Christa came in then and told me it was time to go. I got up and told him I’d bring another book next week.  Now I just gotta think of a good one.