The Phone Booth

I sat in a huge office overlooking Harvard Square and listened while the Psychologist explained my results. After 2 full days of curious questions, funny inkblots, tenuous reading, awkward writing, and the math I had dismissed completely, the prognosis was in. He prefaced the findings with lots of administrative jumble, droning on with uninspired garble. He finally captured my attention with something relevant. “Your (bla bla... Read More