Imagine Aragon asking Bessie how therapy was going.
“Oh,” Bessie says. “I didn’t go. I quit counseling.”
Aragon snaps her head around to her. “What?”
“Yeah. I’m not going anymore.”
“But I thought you said you liked Chelsea!”
“I did!” Bessie takes a long sip of her coffee. “But then I realized that there was no point in paying for appointments when I’m obviously not going to get better, so why waste the money, right?”