Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[myfifthrodeo]

Rosa had been feeling twitchy ever since her semester ended at school on the mainland, and no matter how much music she blasted, it wasn't helping.

Time to talk to a professional. Or, well. A "professional".

I am a professional, Dallas said, taking offense at the quotation marks in her text. Priests are professional.

Sorry, Rosa replied. I just meant you're not like a therapist.

Uh huh.

The conversation improved from there, fortunately. And Dallas's recommendation that if her current coping strategies weren't working right now, maybe she should try something completely new also made sense.

Man, she missed having a reliable priest to confide in in person.

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