It is Tuesday today. So it means Zelda is supposed to visit her psychologist.
Anna, her doctor, begins every séance with the standard sentence - "How was your day?" Zelda answers every time that it’s not bad. There was anything new today - the same question, the same answer. But all along Zelda tells a new story about his relationship with her stepdaughter. She has never loved her. First these were the stories about her little grievances. Then - the stories of a small maturing jealousy. Then, she began to use the word "hate" more often. Today, she told the culmination story. She was very calm and spoke as if it was self-evident.Anna was listening carefully, trying to understand the logic of her actions. Her failed attempts to embroil her stepdaughter with her son-in-law finally fulfilled. She made him free. But Patrick didn’t accept her "gift." He didn’t want to stay with her; he blamed her for actions which have ruined his family. "Stupid boy. Isn’t it funny? "- said Zelda with smile on her face.
It seemed to Anna it was a little bit alarming. Zelda continued to talk, she said she wanted to give him all her heart, her soul, and he rejected the most precious things she had. She was thinking about whether she will be able to forgive him, as she was interrupted by a call. She responded confidently, calmly, without causing any concern. Anna asked who it was. Zelda was silent for a minute. It was actually a stupor. Then she looked straight at Anna and said that the police called. She was summoned to the office for questioning. This morning, Patrick was found dead in his apartment. He was killed by cutting the carotid artery using scissors. Her tone was very dry. She spoke with anger. Anna felt uneasily. In her mind she had a lot of thoughts. "If what I'm thinking about now is true, then a lousy psychologist came out of me".
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