What are you doing here? She spoke softly, trembling, her lips pushed over even more. She was at a loss for words as we stood off for what seemed like...minutes but finally that thick accented voice lyrically spoke, music as beautiful as an opera. What are you doing here, BB I replied, my heart racing much more then Daves ever did when he was in the girls locker room with the star athlete naked in the showers. As we traded looks, I couldnt help but notice her eyes, big and black, and though she. ButI also did not instruct her not to do what she had in mind. As atherapist, I did not believe it was my place to tell her what to do. Idid get her to promise me that if she approached Jamie with theopportunity, she would try to be as neutral about it as possible.When she told me how she approached him, I will confess that I lost myprofessional demeanor for a moment and had to laugh. What she did was,she bought him the cutest two piece suit she could find, and asked himto try it on, just. ‘Is that right? Have you never heard of contacts or people healing faster than others?’ He asked, now standing in front of her, looking down at her like it was all simply explained away. ‘No, you’re not human. I feel it now, you are dangerous. Just get out of here!’ She said looking him in the eye, trying one last time. ‘Sorry sweetheart, but its not going to work, but I will go, when you tell me where I am, and if you have spare clothes, as you know mine aren’t useable anymore’. He said. ..” Plaintive tone. Might have felt sorry for the lad had I not been otherwise occupied.Trish winked at our best buddy, “After Birdie and I are married, darling. I’ll be expanding my list of serious boyfriends.”Froggy gasped, “Open marriage?”“For one of us.”Distracting natter, even in the best of circumstances. But Trish squeezed and squished herself around me, brought me back into focus.After the conclusion — rather successful, by the by — of the Birdie & Trish Extravaganza, the three of us.