She was aware that her mind was partly elsewhere and she made a steely effort to concentrate, to be professional, precise. Or was she just playing the part of the attentive, sympathetic therapist? Maybe it was all a performance, once you got down to it. After the final session she wrote her brief notes, walked outside, flagged down a taxi, and twenty minutes later she was outside the house in Balham. Karlsson and Jake Newton were standing on the doorstep. Karlsson was talking on his mobile. He nodded at her but continued talking. Newton smiled. ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘How are you doing?’ Frieda found the greeting strangely difficult to respond to. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘OK.’ ‘Cheers. Karlsson put his phone into his pocket. He looked at Frieda. ‘Afternoon.’ ‘You didn’t have to come yourself,’ said Frieda. ‘I just wanted someone to let me in.’ ‘I was curious. I wanted to know what you were up to.’ ‘And I want to see what a consultant does,’ said Newton.
What do You think about Frieda Klein 2 - Tuesday's Gone?
