Her mom pulled up to the entrance. A big red brick building with white Corinthian style columns, a beautiful building, or at least it could have been if her memory had allowed her to forget what had happened there.
A deep breath followed by a sigh, “Here we go,” said Alice.
Her mom cleared her throat, eyes a little glazed, “Good luck honey.”
“Thanks.” Alice hopped out of the car, feeling a bit juvenile, like she was 14 all over again, being dropped off by her mommy.
Alice clutched her coat walked through the brisk air and into the building where her sisters stood waiting.
“Hey Al,” her sister said as she gave her a hug. “Ready?”
Another sigh, “I guess.”
The three girls were led by the therapist into an office, a different office than the one which was previously used to deliver the horrific news.
Thank God, thought Alice.
The three sat on the couch as the therapist attempted a bit of small chat. They all amused his pointless questions. After all, they were polite.
Then he got down to it, “Tell me Eleanor how are you doing since we last spoke?”
Ellie answered with a confidence that Alice had only seen glimpses of. As her older sister began to explain exactly all the steps she had taken. Alice looked up at her, just like she use to when she was a kid.
Enamored by her maturity, Alice felt even worse about her own stunted progress.
“And Lucy?” the therapist asked.
Lucy’s voice took a deeper tone; it always did when she was nervous. She explained that she had talked to him in person; she had done research on his condition, and was getting along the best she knew how.
Alice never knew the strength her sisters had, and the ultimate weakness which was her own.
The therapist suggested there was only one decision to make. “You have got to decide if you want to be part of his recovery or if you don’t?”
Ellie spoke up first, “I’m going to be part of it.”
Lucy whispered, “I’m going to be part of it.”
Alice sat, arms folded, legs crossed thoughts of being part of it, or taking herself out polluted her mind, overwhelmed with the conflict before her she sat silent.