Gemotions

He’d always held a grudge, but now, a quiet giddiness bloomed inside. Peter had been waiting for this day for weeks. He'd done his research. Michael Hanson, the boy who used to tie his shoelaces together on the school bus, was now a psychologist.

He entered the well-appointed office, the air conditioning a crisp contrast to the humid day outside. Michael looked up, his expression a mask of professional concern. “Mr. Peterson? Please, have a seat.” Peter sat, carefully arranging himself.

He listened patiently to the preamble. He was in no hurry to leave. He savored the moment, the knowledge that he was in control.