'Don't you think Phoebe would mind?' I asked.
'She was just extra cranky the day you met her at the hospital, she's actually a sweetheart.' He smiled.
He gave me his phone and I punched in my number.
'I'll call you.' He got up and left.
The rest of the train ride was very relaxing, I listened to one of the playlists I created during my travels with uncle Ray.
The music put me in a very good mood and all I wanted to do then was draw. I was happy.
That was the happiest I had been since George asked me to prom.
I realized I had needed to get away for sometime after all.
Amy was a good therapist, she was one of the reasons I could not wait to get home.
I wanted to run to her office and hug her. I wanted to tell her how grateful I was that she had listened to me and understood my problems without an ounce of judgment.
When I got off the train, Alicia and Eric were there, waiting for me.
