Then I got your message yesterday saying otherwise. What’s changed your mind?’ ‘Well you look like the kind of Sheila who doesn’t give up and I’m not in the mood for being pestered,’ quipped the inmate, ‘and I’ve nowhere to bloody run!’ Angela laughed. ‘Oh Paddy, I’m so flattered. So what’s the real reason?’ Paddy rubbed his stubble covered chin and looked thoughtfully at this good-looking woman with a kind heart and a ferocious brain who’d been sent to help him understand himself. He silently wished her the very best of luck. ‘I think it’s time, doc,’ he said, ‘what you said before made a lot of sense but I’m not used to it.’ ‘Not used to what, Paddy?’ ‘People making sense to me.’ ‘Alright.’ said Angela, keen to hold the momentum, ‘So where do you want to start?’ Paddy lifted up a carrier bag that had been lying at his feet and handed it to Angela. ‘There must be half a dozen folders in here,’ said Angela as she pulled one of them out.
