At ten past four in the afternoon, I was standing as a good patient at the door of her office. Although I knew that her shift was over, she always stayed a while in case I came in.

"Patient, today did you deign to show up at your doctor's office," she asked in a sardonic voice when she saw me standing in the doorway.

"I will look for another psychologist, mine is crazy," we started to laugh.

"You know the protocol, you're a doctor here," he winks at me.

I walk through and close the door to take a seat on a couch next to hers. She pulls out her notebook and putting on her best crazy face, begins the game of rummaging through my mind.

Here we go again.

"From the look on your face, I know you don't want to talk, but I inform you that we have all day," she looks at me amused. "Cancel all my appointments, Miss Russian." she smiles mischievously. "Whenever you want, start talking about whatever you want."

With Danielle nothing surprises me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if she is like that, or