Dear Sweet Dad Blackmailed The Therapist

{ARMANDO}

I agree to work. Didn't I? So, what else does my father wants from me? Can't a man just have a breather even for a minute?

"Breather? You have been doing that since you came back, you sad mammal." The voice inside my head says. It sounds amused instead of irritated just as I am right now. "Shut it," I tell my voice and stare at the therapist.

The therapist stares behind me and then behind her, when she realizes I have no plan of inviting her she tells me, "We can do it in my car."

Behind me, Arthur says, "ew!"

"Moron." I think as I wave at Arthur behind me to go. I am glad when I hear his footsteps retrieving.

Why can't my father understand me as easily as Arthur?

"Are we going or not?" The therapist asks again.

As polite as my ass can be, I tell her, "we are going nowhere, ma'am. Now if you will excuse me, I am busy."