Thursday, May 8, 2014
In Mr. Eisan's Office
Mr. Eisan put his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair. "Do you like pictures?"
"Mmm hmm," she said dreamily.
Mr. Eisan snapped his fingers to get her attention, then gestured toward the padded green chair in front of him. "You're welcome to have a seat."
"Is everything alright?" asked Mr. Eisan.
"This isn't a test, is it?" she asked.
"I wouldn't call it that," he said.
"Okay, because I'd like to tell you I think there's something wrong with me, except not really. I mean I'm normally a good person. I've always been a good person, but yesterday I hurt my pet rabbit. With my bare hands."
Mr. Eisan waited for her to continue.
"So what I did was I got the coal-black dye from the bathroom cabinet and used it on her fur because I read an article in my work handbook. It said for injured creatures this dye gets to the source of the problem and that's how the pain goes away."
"What happened after you used the dye, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I tried to give her a bath after a while. A warm one. I used the blow dryer on her. Is your boss coming?"
"Pardon?" said Mr. Eisan.
"Is your boss coming?"
"I'm going to take her to the vet soon because she's still—" She leaned forward and squinted at one of the photographs on that west wall. It was of a man sitting in a chair near a bookcase. In front of him stood a boy of about five years of age. The man was cupping his hands around the boy's head and looking into his eyes.
"Excuse me for changing the subject," she said, "But that photo—I need it. Please?"
"I'll do what I can to reserve it for you, but you want to know what I'm thinking?" he said.
"I'd like to meet your pet rabbit some time."
"Oh," said Mr. Eisan. "My apologies. If you need the photo, have it straight away. I'm here to help if I can." Smiling, he removed it from the wall and handed it to her as gently as he could.