āMy parents couldnāt always make the time for me. Well, Mum couldnāt, for a lot of reasons. Dad⦠didnāt. It was hard to tell the difference from that age, and she made excuses for him, but I understand it now that Iām older.ā
The therapist nodded. She wasnāt taking notes, simply leaning back in the comfortable chair across from him, and she was always doing something with her hands. Itās crocheting today, she says sheās making a baby blanket for a friend. Sometimes it was origami, or knitting, sometimes sheād be sewing, and once she was doing some kind of leather work. Braiding something for some reason.Ā
Heād sat on about every chair and couch in the room before settling on the overstuffed couch. He could sit sideways and not look at her react, or sit up, or whatever. Sometimes he didnāt want to see her face when he said something, and sometimes he hadĀ to.Ā
āWas there anybody who did?ā she asked. Her voice was smooth and soothing. She was paying attention to her work, but also paying attention to him. She said that if sheās writing it makes some people nervous, but if sheās doing something else then the conversation feels more casual, even if itās not.
Every once in a while, she got this look on her face that he suspected means he said something extremely interesting (or upsetting, or whatever) and was trying not to show it, but it never showed in her voice. He liked that about her.Ā
He nodded.Ā āWhen I was younger, we had this nanny. I used to just call her Nanny, I donāt remember if I ever knew her name. She was Scottish. She was real weird, but sheād spend as much time with me as I liked. She was always there, if the gardener wasnāt.ā
āA gardener as well?āĀ
He nodded.Ā āHe always had time for me. No matter what. Heād drop whatever he was doing to talk to me. He was from⦠I donāt remember. Very rural, this fellow.ā He thought about it.Ā āI donāt know what happened to them. I think they left to do other things, not too long before my eleventh birthday. I never saw them again. He was kind of boring, sometimes, but he always talked to me like I was the most important person he ever saw.ā
He nodded.Ā āNanny would too, actually. I sometimes think that theyāre why Iām, you know, not as fucked up as I could be. That just knowing I could go find the gardener and heād tell me what the rabbits were doing today, whatever he was doing, that I could tell him about⦠whatever. Or Nanny. She used to tell me to smite my enemies, I was never sure how to take it.āĀ
It was just a moment and gone, a single expression of sheer bafflement, which made Warlock laugh a little.