Knotty Vision
“Why did I find this in my office?” Helen stormed into a quaint work area enclosed by wooden walls. The man seated behind the desk looked equally as furious.
“I thought the counseling was going well,” the man replied.
“Don’t you trust me enough to know I’d never do that again?” he questioned, holding up the camera similar to Helen’s.
“Stop avoiding my question. You clearly don’t trust me. We can’t keep going in circles, Kyle,”
“Okay, so prove to me that you don’t have it with you,” he insisted.
“I don’t. But you obviously hid this camera in my office!” Helen slammed the desk.
“No. But, if we ever want to resolve this silly matter, we have to have a conversation,” Kyle smiled.
Helen glared at him.
“What? You’re the one wanting these stupid sessions,” he shrugged.
“Whatever. I know you went behind my back. All you have to do is admit it, and I’ll forget this ever happened,” Helen now spoke calmly.
“What makes you think…,” he began.
The front door flew open. A boy stood blinking.,
“Excuse me, ma’am, sir. I have a message for you,”
“For whom?” they said in unison.
“For the both of you. It’s your daughter,” he replied in a nervous tone.
“Well? What is it?” Helen urged.
“She wants you both to stop fighting. And she said she has your tie Mr. Cadle…and your sunglasses Mrs. Cadle.” He was now fidgeting.
The two looked at each other. Helen spoke.
“I told you I didn’t have the sunglasses.”
“I’m throwing them the moment I get the chance,” Kyle threatened.
“I’m burning that tie when we get back home,” she warned him.
“How does our daughter know we were arguing, Matthew?” Kyle asked the boy, ignoring Helen.
“Um…something about cameras?” he stuttered.
