“Well,” said Nayan responding mutually to Katie’s approval, “when I missed him with the chair he tried to unring the bell and act as though he were still in a position to counsel. He then attempted calm me by telling me that this was a break through, good work, and a sign of ‘emotional empowerment.’ I was pretty angry by then so I’m not sure if I was speaking English but I told him more or less that I did feel empowered.” His smile was now perfectly wicked. “So I tore his framed awards and Psychology doctorates off the wall and started ‘empowering’ them straight into his great rug of toupee…” A slight grimace. “All twelve of them.”
Very well, if he was going to tell all, he was going to get his cathartic satisfaction, by God. Katie’s face was aglow with appreciation and it had been forever since he could vent freely without someone asking him about the history that fueled his ‘resentments’ or some such nonsense. This was very therapeutic.
“I still contend the damage could have been far less if he hadn’t put up so much damn brag on his walls, but the judge didn’t see it that way. Luckily the man was so embarrassed he didn’t press charges.” Nayan frowned. “Though he did make me replace all of his picture frames, which I found peculiar and somewhat telling.” He shrugged and smiled innocently, but conspiratorially. “But I’m not a psychologist so what do I know?”