It was about 8pm, when there was a knock on the door.
I got off the couch and answered it, and much to my surprise, it was the receptionist from Dr. Von Hauser's office. "Woah," I said, "What are you doing here?"
"Joe, we need to talk...about what..err..happened yesterday. Mind if I come in?" she asked, stepping inside without my permission.
"Sure," I replied, cracking a smile. "I'm sure there's a lot on your mind." I was about to lead her into my bedroom, when my mother walked into the hallway.
"Oh, hello," said my mom, looking confused. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked our guest.
"Yeah," she replied, "Erica Bonner, I'm Dr. Von Hauser's receptionist slash assistant. I needed to talk with Joe here about his ongoing counseling. Just a little private session."
"Oh, alright," said my gullible mother, "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No thanks," Erica replied, "I'm just gonna be here for a couple minutes." She whispered in my ear, "We'll talk in your room."
I nodded, leading her up the stairs, and into my room, locking the door behind me and turning on my stereo to avoid mom eavesdropping. "So," I asked her, "What's up?"