"I feel you over reacted, bro," Al said, his accent sounding intense on the phone. "What did the old man have to say about it?"
The old man was their shrink at the US which they both called for their monthly sessions if they were out of the US.
Casmir sighed and rubbed his face wearily, "He said the scent of Evy's perfume must have triggered old memories and my going crazy was my defence reaction to the deep seated fear and anxiety tied to the scent."
Al grunted, "As confusing as usual, the old man," and Casmir chuckled unconsciously. The comment was funny, especially with Al's heavy accent in his ear, rolling 'Rs' in all words as only Arabs do. "He never makes sense," Al complained.
"Yet you go back every month."
"Aish," he exclaimed, and clicked his tongue, "He made my guilt go away, and I'm dating now," he acceded.
Casmir nodded, even though he knew his friend couldn't see him.
