A few weeks ago, T saw me looking at this book he had sitting on the corner of his desk. I asked him if it was good and he offered to give it to me when he was done.

I asked him again last night how the book was and he said it is good and he wasn't done but since I'll be out of town next week, I could read it while I was away.

THEN he said somewhat firmly 'you can read it and then bring it back'.

A whole range of emotions is going on right now. I told him okay although the way he said it hurt me a little bit. Now today I'm kind of mad and thinking: "God forbid we let me think for one second that he would give me something".

I'm trying to remember that he is doing a phone session for me next week and how accommodating that is.

Of course, if he mishandles that call then I might just say and oh your book? IT'S MINE....ha ha ha!

So, hippo part 2!