My Last Therapy Session?

It’s New Year’s Day now, and my dad hasn’t said a word to any of us all day. Jack locked himself in his room and I sat on the couch and watched TV most of the day. My mom stayed in her study, leaving my dad to play poker and pace the house every once in awhile. I did tell him, though, that this coming Tuesday is my last therapy session and I want to keep seeing Frances. This didn’t get much of a response, but I know he can’t object.