Behind Bobby, ocean waves pounded to the shore.
A stiff breeze raced off the water.
It made for some tough currents but great surfing.
“So what do I owe this lunch to?” Bobby asked. “You never do this. I’m aways tracking you down.”
“I want to play hockey, Bobby. I can’t stand just sitting around.”
“You know you can practice. On your own.”
“This is bullshit. Complete bullshit. How can I not practice with my team?”
“Joe…”
“No. I didn’t do anything to my teammates.”
“It’s what Ellen wants.”
“There’s got to be something in my contract. Some fine print. Right?”
Bobby pulled his sunglasses off his face and sighed. “So I take it your first therapy session didn’t go so well?”
My jaw tightened.
I swallowed hard.
This is where you tell Bobby the truth.
Tell him that the doctor they assigned is an ex.
It’s a conflict of interest for both parties.
They need to find someone else.
“Okay then,” Bobby said. “Can I tell you something?”
“No.”
“I’m going to tell you anyway,” he said. “After my second divorce I went through some shit. I started messing up. A lot. I started drinking, a lot. In my office. Losing days. Missing meetings. I lost a big client too. Anyway, I went and talked to someone. It was hard at first. Me? Talking about my feelings? Who cares? Except. It worked. Getting that stuff out. Off my chest. Finding a new path but going in the same direction. That’s what you need to remind yourself.”
“How’d that work out for you?” I asked. “Didn’t you just wrap up your fourth divorce?”
“That wasn’t love. That was someone who was wild in bed. Just a shame she shared her bed with anyone else with a pulse.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry I brought this up.”
“Meaning you’re going to do what’s right. Get through a handful of sessions and I’m sure you’ll be back on the ice.”
My beer arrived.
Bobby told the young waitress to put everything on his tab.
I planned on that already.
I enjoyed three beers, a huge burger, and then walked away from Bobby without so much as a handshake.
Bobby was a prick who stood up and yelled out to me to see my psychologist.