Another story beginning from the class I took:
There was graffiti on the walls of the entry hall and there was a dingy welcome mat in front of the door. Funny, it said welcome when there does not seem to be any welcome. The place had a distinct smell of urine. Carey was trying not to make any judgments here, She went to the door with 16A painted rather crudely in red . She knocked on the door. There was so much noise from the apartment next door that she thought she was not heard so she knocked again. A woman came to the door just as she was about to knock again. The woman looked disheveled and very annoyed.
“Didn’t ya hear me comin?” “That there dorrbell is broked.” “This damn well better be important.” The woman said this all in what seemed like one breath.
Carrie stiffened; this may have been a bad idea, she was a court appointed advocate and needed to speak with her clients parent or legal guardian. She was so shocked at the events that she could not get words out, all that would come out was a gasp “AH”
The woman looked at her, impatience was in her eyes. “Well, are ya gonna tell me taday, or am I spose to fuckin guess?”
Carrie Stammered, “I am looking for Mrs. Martin.”
“Mrs. Martin?” “You fuckin with me?” They aient no Mrs. Martin here.”
Carrie started to leave.
“is this about Sam?” the woman asked
“Yes, do you know him?” Carrie asked “He gave me this address from the Barter Health Clinic and I wanted to speak with his mother about a very important matter.”
“Well, ya found his mother.” “But I ain’t no Mrs. Martin.” I’m Claire, Claire O’Voient.” the woman laughed at her cleverness.
Carrie thought this was a rude joke but if this was Sam’s mother, she needed to talk to her.
“I would let ya come inside, but ehh, I have company, if ta know what I mean, a girls got to make a living.” Claire, winked.
“Well, be that as it may, your son, Sam, was admitted into the mental health ward at the hospital today by the courts. You can come to my office tomorrow and we can discuss his diagnosis.” Carrie was very matter of fact.
The door was roughly slammed from behind it by another force, not by Claire. Carrie heard a loud rough male voice behind the door bellowing “Claire, I paid for a full hour and you go jabbering with some high class lady over that no good ass-hole son of yours. I am not paying you.”
Carrie left hoping the mother would appear in her office tomorrow. It was all she could do now for Sam.
It was the hottest day of the year, or so it seemed. The kind of sticky day that the clothes you are wearing stick to the sweat of your body. The day was off to an uncomfortable start already and she had just opened her eyes.
Melanie reluctantly slipped out of bed and opened the curtains. The sun was beating down on the concrete and there was a haze in the sky overhead. She slipped into the shower and let the coolness of the water run over her body, she wanted to stay under the water forever, but there were places to go things to do and people to help. Working at a psychologist in the mental health ward of the hospital had been a dream job for her, but there were days that she just did not want to go and help anyone.
In the office there would be air-conditioning which was about the only reason she wanted to go there today. It was just one of those days when you are better off staying in bed. She had clients that came into her office on a regular basis, which could be a drag at time. It was not that she disliked them; they were just the same clients with the same problems and she felt powerless at times to help them.
Melanie chose to wear a light sundress, which always made her feel comfortable. It made her feel like she was somewhere on a tropical island with a cool breeze blowing off the water. She thought maybe her spirits would brighten if she was brought to life with an ice-coffee.
Melanie reached for the cup. It was a cup given to her by one of her recent clients on his first visit. She remembered thinking that it was kind of odd that Sam would come to his first visit with a gift. It was also odd that he would open up to her on the first session, with adolescents it usually takes more time for them to trust.
There was a hardness about Sam, a hardness that could make your kin crawl. She was also aware that he never took his eyes off of her the whole session, those eyes, watching, always watching.