Chapter 20 Enough! Ii

• Would my father have the courage to disinherit me?
• Would I have the courage to talk to the therapist after eleven years?
• When I entered the office I waited for her to call me. I usually went up and waited in the reception room, where boring music played, like that used in a doctor's office, dull, without emotion, at a low volume. There were two armchairs that I thought were ugly, worn out and very uncomfortable. I never sat down because I had no way of knowing who put their butt there before me.