“That
reminds me of my childhood home,” he’d said.
As complex as ever, his expression had registered both sadness and
pleasure.
How
badly she’d wanted to ask why Conyod had such mixed feelings about his
past. Not for the first time, she
wondered how a man dedicated to healing the pain of others seemed to find no
relief from the conflicts he himself bore.
She was sure something preyed on the psychologist’s mind. He wore sadness like an almost visible cloak.
Coming Fall/Winter 2012
hopefully fall. I'm trying to be patient.
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