Dr. Shein usually sat behind her glass desk, tapping her pencil on the desktop or chewing on the eraser while I talked. But today she paced back and forth along the curtained window that stretched over one side of her office. She wore a summery, long pleated skirt, pale blue, and a long-sleeved white blouse, the soft collar loose at her throat. A gold locket swung on a slender chain as she walked. She nodded her head but had no expression that I could read as I told her about my first night at Harry’s house. But she stopped walking and crossed her arms in front of her when I came to the part about the demon-creature leaping out the window. I finished telling her about Harry hiding in the closet and about how I decided not to tell Brenda what had happened. Dr. Shein slid back into her desk chair and pulled herself close to the desk. She scribbled some notes on a yellow pad, her head bent over her work. I waited to hear her reaction. Was she going to be like Mom and Nate and not believe I saw what I saw?
