As I was washing some vegetables this morning after my weekly shop at the organic vegetable store my phone rang, and who should it be but Sebastian, my personal trainer.
“Sebastian,” I said answering the call. “How lovely to hear from you. I’m just washing my organic ethically sourced zuchinis.”
This seemed to stop him in his tracks, but he quickly recovered himself.
“Fiona,” he said, clearly agitated, “what on earth have you been saying to Rainbow?”
You’ll remember that Rainbow is Sebastian’s flakey kombucha drinking yoga teacher sister.
“I chatted with her just yesterday,” I said. “We had a lovely conversation on that thing Max installed on my phone. Snatchchat, I think it’s called.”
“But what did you say to her,” he persisted.
“Oh, we talked about all sorts of things,” I replied. “That Mr. Willow down the road. He got caught cheating on his wife with her twin sister. Funny story actually.”
Before I could go on Sebastian cut in, “Did you give her some career advice?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t give her career advice,” I said. “Not after the incident at the vets place.” –
Sebastian, sounded quite exasperated.
“What on earth’s the matter?” I asked.
Sounding very puzzled, he replied, “I just don’t understand it. She’s going on about you telling her that she should be a therapist.”
“What, Rainbow?” I replied, almost swallowing my tongue in surprise.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Suddenly a thought came to my mind. It came with the crushing inevitability of a garbage truck backing purposefully over a child’s unseen tricycle left out in the lane.
“Oh, wait,” I said. “I seem to remember saying to her that she should ‘see’ a therapist. Yes, that was it. Somewhere after the second bottle of Cab Sauvignon. Did you know her last therapist took his own life? Terrible!”
“Oh God,” said Sebastian. “She thinks you said she should ‘be’ a therapist. And now she’s all excited about getting trained.”
“It would be an unusual choice for a person like Rainbow,” I said. “Very unusual.”
I shall watch her development with the sense of foreboding it deserves.
Have a lovely week,
PS. Enjoy some Contrapoints below.