“Sadie, sweetie pie, you want my truth? You want to know how I ripped out my mother’s heart and ate it?” “Um.” Suddenly, I was hyper aware that I’d been acting immature and there were four impressionable young girls, and one beautiful ferret staring at me. “Maybe another time?” I tried to move my head to indicate to Aran that we had an audience. Just because we needed therapy didn’t mean we needed to completely traumatize the next generation.
