Page 213 of Unexpected Heroine

No. I didn’t. I can picture it in my mind’s eye, though.

Sugar Bear:

Why imagine it when you can see the real thing?

Me:

Sugar, do you want me to watch you or something?

Sugar Bear:

That would be insane. And while I’m currently in a facility with mental health care, it’s not the grippy sock type with a seventy-two-hour mandatory hold.

Me:

You didn’t answer my question.

Sugar Bear:

Didn’t I?

Me:

No. I’ll ask again. Do you want me to watch you?

Sugar Bear:

So I had therapy today.

Me:

Oh? How did therapy go? (I’ll pretend you didn’t change the subject to avoid answering.)

Sugar Bear:

It was interesting. She’s a wily one. I’ll need to watch her. She tricked me. Led me right into a trap. (Thank you for pretending.)

Me:

What kind of trap? (I need to go back to the other thing. Are you implying I have consent to watch you?)

Sugar Bear:

A sneaky therapist trap. She was asking innocuous questions, but they weren’t as innocent as they seemed. She was evaluating me. And I think I failed her little test. (Maybe)

Me:

Innocuous. That’s a fun word. If you can spell words like that, how could you ever fail any test? (Let me know when it’s firm)

Sugar Bear:

She caught me avoiding talking about the “bad stuff” and figured out I wasn’t comfortable eating or drinking prepared food. My lunch was a sealed frozen meal. Yummy. But at least they heated it up for me. (I bet if you were watching around 8pm tonight, something would be “firm.”)

Me:

Fuck the parentheses. Do they have visiting hours?

Sugar Bear:

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