Sooth
by Laura Rikono
You think it strange. Why can you not simply appear unannounced at our understated office in the quiet, yet fashionable, district in the oldest part of town? You think we would be aware of your coming and would sweep open the door with a smile saying, we have been expecting you.
No. First, you must pay and then you must make an appointment. There are no negotiations and no postponements. You arrive at the appointed time and you wonder if you must press the doorbell. Yes. You must, for we are not a parlor trick.
Welcome to Sooth. At the threshold, you glance at the security features, the detectors and the cameras. You wonder why we need the like and yes, we agree, they are uncouth. We greet you and usher you through, giving you the briefest moment to marvel at our perfect lobby before we bid you to ascend the stairs. Have you noticed the great oil on our wall? A vast seascape, a raging black-blue ocean, a little pale sailing boat perched on top, skillfully clinging to the waves. You tap your thumb against the old wooden banister as you climb.
"Good day." Dr. Jin says in toffee tones as you slide into the seat, facing him across the desk. "Welcome to Sooth."
He too has a nautical painting on his cream wall. His is of a lighthouse, tall and slim, red and silver, standing firm against the onslaught of waves. He notes you staring at it and smiles. You are drawn to his face. He is a perfect match for his surroundings. Sculpted face, impeccable facial hair, quick and friendly eyes. He holds out a manicured hand, palm up, and raises an eyebrow. You touch your palm to his for two long seconds for an exchange of material. He blinks, then slides open the dark blue leather-clad book in front of him. You furtively examine his face as he bends over it, trying to see what he might be seeing. His long fingers play with themselves in the air, then sweep down to touch the book.
