She had reached out and taken my hand! A good sign, I think. My Psych professor had said that enough trust to touch someone was a good sign.

I took her hand gently, and went closer to her. "The Doctor hurt us both: we'll have a lot to talk about." We went over to the elderly couch and sat down.

"Y'all got a lot to chat about, so Marta and me'll be going to the grocery. Umm, Cian, you got your bank card handy?" Chester looked embarrassed.

I pulled out my wallet and handed him my Platinum AmEx and Gold Visa. "These are the ones in my 'John Wilson' name, should be no concern with tracking us. Try to keep your spending under $100,000, OK?" He laughed and left with Marta.

"So, Krista, besides the hitting, can you talk about why you are so mad at Doctor Pytka? Or do you want to talk about it at all. We can just sit here and be close, if you want."