Delilah and Dr. Brown
She hated it here. Maybe ‘hate’ was too strong a word. Granted, she could appreciate what they did or, in this case, what they were trying to do, but surely it didn’t have to smell like the inside of a retirement home, the mustiness barely disguised by a lavender oil diffuser. Shouldn’t be so glum, though. This was, after all, a session she wouldn’t have to pay for.