“Just when I was starting to trust you, to really listen to you, you tricked me into doing that yoga class.” He nodded again, waiting. “At least you could have let me be in the back row so everyone couldn’t see me make a fool of myself.” Another nod. More attentive stillness. At last he spoke, “Is Otto finished being angry now?” “Pretty much, yes.” Nod number four. “Are you ready to become the new Otto, or do you want to stay the old Otto?”
