XII

She's got a new psychiatrist.

After the introductions she had just stared at him for good 5 minutes.

"Your parents must have really hated you."

"As far as I know they did not. Why do you think so?" His accent was smooth and foreign. It gave James the creeps. It reminded her far to much of the books she knew his name from. Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter had been a foreigner too. Maybe he was being intentionally creepy. Ham it up to deal with his ghastly name.

"You have never heard of the silence of the lambs?" James asked carefully. Roy was a fan of psychothrillers and had even dragged him to the movie when it was released. They'd been the oldest in the audience. Two 60-somethings enjoying gruesome murder on the screen. Well, Roy enjoyed it, he had enjoyed clinging to his love when things got to grisly for him.

"No, should I have?" So he was just plain creepy. Frankly how the toddlers chose him was no mystery. They had probably just picked the most expensive shrink in the area, because throwing money at the problem always helped.

"Nah, forget I ever said anything."

She only had to survive this circus for 2 more years, then James could finally move out and live toddler free.

AN: So here we are, my dear readers. We have reached canon. And the end of update-week. What did you like, what did you dislike? What do you think of young-girl-James-the-old-man? Any bad spelling/grammar mistakes you noticed?(English is not my first language)

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I hope I'll see you next time.