“Mrs. Matlock? Why are you … … here?”
I cleared my throat. “Ummm…because I was ordered to undergo a psychiatric review.”
“Apparently the rescue team thought I was trying to commit suicide. I told them I was only hanging off that cliff hiding from my son.”
He wrote on his little pad. Scritch-scritch-scritch
“Hmmm…I see.” The smug little shrink tented his fingers together. “And… Mrs. Matlock? Don’t you feel that might have been … … extreme … trying to ... … … ‘hide’ in that fashion?”
“Extreme? Are you serious? Do you have teenagers, Doctor?
“Mrs. Matlock, we are here today to discuss your life…NOT my life. Can you please just answer my question?”
“Well, Doctor, if you don’t have teenaged children I really don’t think talking to you is going to help.”
“Mrs. Matlock. Sit back down! You need to finish this evaluation or…”
Ha! See! It was an epiologue WITH a cliffhanger from a cliffhanger and a conclusion. What happens next? I'm not sure. I just ran out of words!