C97 CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN

I swear internally again as I yank open the office door. Then I get into the actual psychologist’s office, I note the wall clock behind the secretary’s desk. 5:04. Shit. That’s four precious minutes that I lost with my son. At least Yavid and the Shrew aren’t in the lobby to see and take satisfaction. They usually drop Charle off for a half-hour appointment with the psychologist at four-thirty