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lright, group. We have a new couple—I suppose we’re waiting for your partner?”
“No, she’s right here.” George gestured at the empty seat beside him.
“She won’t let me light candles,” he continued. “Too dangerous, she says. She also thinks I’ll die if I go outside. Last week, she wouldn’t let me redeem a coupon, which has now expired, so there goes my free mayonnaise. Which she says is unhealthy anyway. Clogs your veins right up.”
The therapist blinked. “I don’t think couples therapy is the right place for you.”
George sighed. “She was afraid you might say that.”