A Surefire Treatment for Dizzy Spells
by Tim McDaniel
"Sit down, sit down," Algrin said to the client. A youngster, really just a boy. "I don't think I've seen you in here before, have I?"
"No, no," the young man said. He wouldn't make eye contact. Well, that wasn't unusual.
"Have a seat. Why don't you tell me the problem?" Algrin said.
The boy sat on the edge of the chair. "It's just that--you know, I'm having some trouble."
"Hmm. Can you describe the problem?" Algrin stepped over to the examination table and opened his bag. He began laying out some of the instruments--diagnostic, and treatment--on the table. He'd found that many of his clients were more open if he didn't stare at them, didn't force them to meet his eyes. Laying out the instruments was a plausible way for him to avert his gaze while the client unburdened himself. Also, he might well need some of the tools.
"Well, like, I've been affected by--you know, just for instance, by dizzy spells."
Algrin turned around. The kid was blushing.