She was simply asleep. After finding a pillow for her head, I left her to enjoy it. (37)
MY SATURDAY MORNINGS WERE RESERVED for Christina Heal: a devoutly religious woman who might have been older than Jesus Christ himself with a pear shaped body and hazel eyes that once twinkled upon hearing my stories. It was a particularly warm day for fall in New York; so I decided to stroll down to Ms. Heal’s office on Forty-Fourth Street. The sun glistened in the sky and the children playing baseball in the park reminded me of my conversation about baseball books with Holly from the other night at her party.
My heart always raced in anticipation when I climbed up the three flights up stairs to see Ms. Heal. Her waiting room strongly smelled like the …show more content…
Heal sighed in frustrated. “Now doll, I understand that this is your first session, but you don’t have to be shy. Trust me — I’ve heard it all and I would never judge you for your problems.”
There was a long pause. “I don’t have problems”, Holly responded, “Aside from the occasional hangovers — a bottle of bubbly doesn’t cause any real harm. Besides, an old religious person like you would never understand my problems. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself: I’ve taken care of myself for a long time. I’m only here because Sally simply insisted that I should be here. Most of the men in my life are rats, but not Sally — if you met Sally, I think you’d like him. He is religious and absolutely loaded; unfortunately, he is in Sing Song right now.”
I heard Ms. Heal laugh in response. This was a rare form for Ms. Heal because I’ve never heard her laugh or show any kind of emotion during our sessions lately. “He sounds absolutely delightful, but I am married — I was married until my husband passed away a few weeks ago.” This was absolutely unbelievable to me because Ms. Heal never revealed anything personal about her life; as a matter of fact, I am pretty sure that was against her policy. “Now now, this is about you, not me. Ms. Golightly, are you seeing anyone?”, Ms. Heal …show more content…
Heal’s office. Ms. Heal seemed too intrigued by what Holly had to say to pick up the phone.
After what seemed like an eternity, the phone stopped ringing and I could hear Holly’s voice again. “Now tell me, do you ride horses?”, Holly asked , “My brother Fred absolutely adores horses. He’s in the army right now, but when we gets back I promised him that we would go buy some land and raise horses. Of course, I don’t have that kind of money right now.” Horses? How did they get talking about horses?
“My father taught me how to ride — my real father — not one of the men that ma used to bring home” Holly said with a stern tone. She started fidgeting and moving around in her chair a lot. She really did not seem comfortable. She attempted to brighten up by talking in a more playful tone: “After my father left, I stopped riding for a while — horses”. I could still hear the shakiness in her voice.
“Now, tell me about your father. What kind of a man was he?”, asked Ms. Heal.
There was another long pause from Holly’s side. “He was a rat. Lâche-moi! I have to go feed my cat”. Her voice sounded regretful which was strange because Holly seemed like the kind of girl who wouldn’t regret
MY SATURDAY MORNINGS WERE RESERVED for Christina Heal: a devoutly religious woman who might have been older than Jesus Christ himself with a pear shaped body and hazel eyes that once twinkled upon hearing my stories. It was a particularly warm day for fall in New York; so I decided to stroll down to Ms. Heal’s office on Forty-Fourth Street. The sun glistened in the sky and the children playing baseball in the park reminded me of my conversation about baseball books with Holly from the other night at her party.
My heart always raced in anticipation when I climbed up the three flights up stairs to see Ms. Heal. Her waiting room strongly smelled like the …show more content…
Heal sighed in frustrated. “Now doll, I understand that this is your first session, but you don’t have to be shy. Trust me — I’ve heard it all and I would never judge you for your problems.”
There was a long pause. “I don’t have problems”, Holly responded, “Aside from the occasional hangovers — a bottle of bubbly doesn’t cause any real harm. Besides, an old religious person like you would never understand my problems. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself: I’ve taken care of myself for a long time. I’m only here because Sally simply insisted that I should be here. Most of the men in my life are rats, but not Sally — if you met Sally, I think you’d like him. He is religious and absolutely loaded; unfortunately, he is in Sing Song right now.”
I heard Ms. Heal laugh in response. This was a rare form for Ms. Heal because I’ve never heard her laugh or show any kind of emotion during our sessions lately. “He sounds absolutely delightful, but I am married — I was married until my husband passed away a few weeks ago.” This was absolutely unbelievable to me because Ms. Heal never revealed anything personal about her life; as a matter of fact, I am pretty sure that was against her policy. “Now now, this is about you, not me. Ms. Golightly, are you seeing anyone?”, Ms. Heal …show more content…
Heal’s office. Ms. Heal seemed too intrigued by what Holly had to say to pick up the phone.
After what seemed like an eternity, the phone stopped ringing and I could hear Holly’s voice again. “Now tell me, do you ride horses?”, Holly asked , “My brother Fred absolutely adores horses. He’s in the army right now, but when we gets back I promised him that we would go buy some land and raise horses. Of course, I don’t have that kind of money right now.” Horses? How did they get talking about horses?
“My father taught me how to ride — my real father — not one of the men that ma used to bring home” Holly said with a stern tone. She started fidgeting and moving around in her chair a lot. She really did not seem comfortable. She attempted to brighten up by talking in a more playful tone: “After my father left, I stopped riding for a while — horses”. I could still hear the shakiness in her voice.
“Now, tell me about your father. What kind of a man was he?”, asked Ms. Heal.
There was another long pause from Holly’s side. “He was a rat. Lâche-moi! I have to go feed my cat”. Her voice sounded regretful which was strange because Holly seemed like the kind of girl who wouldn’t regret