"Stand up—" she told me as she pitched my sweat-drenched shirt on the table where it landed by her wedding ring with a wet splat. I didn't know if m... wobbly knees would support my weight as I slowly stood up hearing the chair sc**** on the floor as it was nudged backward by the back of my knees. Holding onto the table with one hand to support myself, I watched Mother as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. All I could do was watch on in a stupor as her hands lifted up to the front of. With your help! You quit seeing Doctor Bradford and asked for MY help!”“Yes, and what did I do last Wednesday? Hmm?”“Went to see a counselor,” she said, sounding defeated.“For the same reason I started seeing Doctor Bradford in the first place. Or Doctor Mercer in the past. And why we see Doctor Green. Jessica, you and I are MESSED UP. We need professional help.”“What about me?” Kara asked.I shook my head, “You are perhaps the most well-adjusted, sane person I know. Your mom was right about you. Still, when we headed for the carts, I made the boys stay at the club. "Go swim, or play tennis, or hell, drink martinis at the bar for all I care. Don't break anything and don't get me put out of the club." I gave them both a light kiss. "Behave. Oh, and Bunny, don't let Greedy be greedy."Sean grinned. "I won't let him out of my sight, Boss."We played the first hole without much conversation. At the second, however, just as I was lining up my shot, JR cleared his throat."So my wife was trying. A native of the Punjab region of India, she’s a civil engineering student at Carleton University. We met in my psychology class. We bonded over a project we were working on together. I thought she was amazing. Sometimes, I can be a little too enthusiastic over a new relationship. Especially since I had never dated an East Indian lady before and I was quite smitten with her. I’ve always found ladies from the Republic of India to be quite mystifying but I never dared approach one. Indians stick.