you probably think that he cures his patients by beating the hell out of them. But in reality he was considered to be one of the best psychologists in the city, despite not only heaving the appearance of the long-time bandit but also the voice that sounded like German shepherd barking. The young man sitting opposite to him was his client and friend, James. Since their last meeting one month ago he changed dramatically. His messy hair was cut and brushed, his face – shaved and washed. Now he was wearing a tie and a shirt under the jacket, black trousers and shoes instead of old dirty leather coat, torn jeans and snickers respectfully.
– Good Lord, James! I hardly recognized you! – said Dr. Hill.
– I know, sir. I can hardly recognize myself, – James’ manner of speaking changed as well and now was more suited for a young man, not a little spoiled whiny child. – For the past month I was reinstated in my university, found a job and met someone: her name is Jane and I think I might be in love with her!
– Well it is good to hear, – Dr. Hill smiled in return. – I suppose I can take at least some credit for it.
– Of course, sir, without you I would never have achieved any of it.
– You are to strict to yourself, James. Tell me: do you still take those pills I gave you?
– I do, Dr. Hill. But I am running out of them. Are you…
– No, you had enough of them. Now you have to learn to live without them.
– Ok then, doctor, – James stood up from his chair. – I hope to see you next time in more private circumstances. Goodbye, Doctor Hill.
– Until the next time, James, – psychologist said what he always said and shook James’ hand, in while also thinking: “That time when you’ll find yourself unable to think of something for more than five seconds and be tormented by various conflicting points of view and finally realize that the only thing that can help you are some of these pills”.
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