"Yes, dear. It's all the rage right now. Besides, Gregory was so helpful with Lissianna's phobia, I thought I might benefit from a little counseling myself."
"Why? You don't have any phobias."
"No. But I do have some issues--one in particular I wanted to address."
She wouldn't meet his gaze. Bastien couldn't help but wonder. "And this therapist wants to talk to members of your family? Why?"
Marguerite shrugged. "I'm not sure. Dr. Bobby just mentioned wanting to talk to members of the family. You will come, won't you?"
Bastien frowned, but finally nodded his assent. It seemed a good idea to go find out just what issue his mother was dealing with and how much of their lives--not to mention what they were--she had revealed to this Dr. Bobby.
"Good. I'll leave you to your work then." Marguerite beamed at him and stood to leave.
Bastien started to relax but then stiffened as she added, "Don't worry, son. There's a woman out there for you too. And I intend to help you find her."
He gaped in horror as the door she closed behind her. Those words had sounded suspiciously like a threat.