therapist

dr. doorovski is sipping rich cardamon tea with a touch of cinnamon anxiously looking at the clock. his patient is late, and it makes him undeniably uncomfortable and disappointed. he has realized, he holds himself responsible for his patient’s conduct and choices, and he repulsively resents this revelation. to dr. doorovski, his patient’s tardiness to an appointment with him feels like a personal failure. he convulsively scratches his cheek. the new aftershave, the 22nd anniversary gift from his wife linda, must have been wrong for his skin. he senses dryness and irritation all over his face, especially around his thick grayish mustache. dr. doorovski gets up from his chair and stares at the busy construction site out of the wide window at his office. he looks at the confident steady movements of the workers that project a strong sense of belonging and purpose. dr. doorovski opens a door of a thin tall mahogany cabinet in the corner. he pulls out a bottle of scotch, and he pours himself a glass.