"I only asked if you thought about it," Fisher said simply. In another mouth the tone could've passed for innocence. "Thinking is allowed, is fine, is okay. Very normal people think very, very terrible things. Someone once told me that terrible thoughts can be uniquely healthy."
Specifically that had been therapist #2. They'd parted ways shortly after that same conversation. Fisher wondered who the woman was telling about "healthy" thoughts now and, coincidentally, how much it had ultimately cost to replace the wallpaper in her office.
Poppies and cornflowers - ach! Destroying had been nothing short of a public service.
"Maybe you have a forgiving nature," she said. "That is lofty, too, I think. Maybe you will grow up and be exceedingly kind. He wrote something about kindness, nein, your Baudelaire?
She frowned trying to remember, but all that came to mind was that treacly poem-not-poem about the two boys and the rat in a wire cage. Fisher had vague memories of one of her tutors reading it to her with a lot of patience. (Fisher's earlier tutors were always patient; it was a dominant design feature.)