Dr Rennet White said. “I understand that there have been some…concerns about you?” Nicolas Awad eyed her suspiciously. Rennet was a thirty-something woman who might have been attractive if she had lost some of the weight and perhaps three-quarters of the make-up. She dressed as if she was an instantly trustworthy aunt or mother-figure, but he found himself disliking her on sight. She smiled too much and it never touched her eyes. “Concerns, Doctor?” “Please,” Rennet said. “Call me Rennet.” “As you wish,” Nicolas said, as if he couldn’t care less. It was the truth. What could the shrink say to him that actually mattered? “Have there been concerns about me?” Rennet leaned back in her chair. “From Professors Kus and Conners,” she said, not entirely to his surprise. “They have suggested that we might benefit from a little chat.”
