Morrison was in his office.
She knocked and pushed the door open and held up the letter without saying anything.
He read it from where he was sitting.
He looked at her over his glasses.
He took the glasses off.
"Sit down," he said.
"I have a consult at nine....."
"Sit down for thirty seconds," he said.
She sat.
He looked at her for a moment. The particular look she'd come to know over three years....the assessment, the cataloguing, the conclusion reached without needing to be stated.
"Three years ago," he said. "Your first week. Do you remember what I told you?"
"You told me I was the best diagnostic mind you'd seen in twenty years of teaching."
"And?"
"And I needed to learn to trust myself."
He nodded once.
"Have you?" he said.
She thought about it honestly.
