Gemotions

The news had hit Emily with a strange, fizzy sensation. Bertram "The Beast" Bradshaw, now a mental health professional? It was the perfect opportunity. She'd been practicing her best innocent face all morning. She felt a lightness, an urge to move, to be involved.

She practically danced to the clinic, a skip in her step. She entered the waiting room, a picture of calmness. She flipped through a magazine, then decided it was far too boring. She tapped her fingernails on the arms of the chair.

She rose and walked to the door of his office, and knocked. "Bertram," she said, her voice filled with delight, "I just thought I would see how the… helping… is going." She smiled, her eyes brimming with a mischievous light.