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Chapter Eight
Waiting
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Spencer stood in front of the floor length window. She was looking down at the street below her, examining all the people walking by. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, but they stayed on the people. They looked so happy, so content with their selves and their lives. Being a psychologist, Spencer knew that most of those people weren’t very happy. She knew the look of a depressed person with a forced smile. Seeing the people down there, walking with their lovers or friends, gave her a since of hope, though. She wanted to be like that again. She wanted to hang out with her friends or have a lover to hold hands with.

She crossed her arms and turned around to face her glass topped desk. She looked around the office, a large room with a taste of modern, industrial, and artsy. The large painting on her far wall was the main focus point. It was a brightly colored painting of different shapes and designs. The darker colors where overcome by the bright colors. The painting gave a since of happiness.

Spencer’s stomach was in knots right now. She had been taking long deep breaths, but that barley calmed her nerves. She had so much on her mind right now; all pertaining to a certain brunette. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, and her emotions were crawling around her body. This makes it hard to stand right there and look calm. She invited the brunette to lunch today at twelve. She knew that today was the day that she would talk to her about everything. She even took the precautions to put her daughter in daycare today and get the food.

The talk could go two ways today. It can go good and they can make up and be all happy-go-lucky, or it can go terribly wrong and they end up trying to throw the other out the window.

Spencer was in the middle, not leaning toward one side or the other. She had so many different things to consider. So many things that could determine what she wanted what she needed. She needed to do what was best for her.