Peace wasn't much appreciated by those who didn't know war.
In the same way, health to those not experienced with sickness.
Paradoxically the same could be said about Eric, who, for the last three weeks, mainly focusing on the maids' training, put his foot off the pedal and tasted the closest thing resembling peace that his past made bearable for him.
On the contrary, now he was trembling on the inside as outside, experiencing a new type of war he didn't ever encounter.
It was the legendary so-called catfight!
Everyone initially followed his advice, trying to sit in a circular shape, as in the representations of group therapy Eric remembered in films seen in the past.
He didn't ever go deep into the self-psychoanalysis topic, worried about opening the proverbial Pandora's box.
*I don't even want to think about what could ever exit out of this black box! *
