Our friend Gabriella Ornales gave us the number of Dr. Bill McGaw, the foremost therapist in Hidden Springs and a personal friend of hers. According to her, "he's treated everyone who’s anyone in this town." He even has his own TV show where he solves or tries to solve his guests' problems. So on a whim, we dialed him.
So last Friday, we wound up in his office, his personal office.
"How did we let our family get like this, Andy?" I asked as we waited for Dr. McGaw to come out.
"You dragged me here to this – this -- shrink!”
“Andy, Sage needs this. We all do, I think.”
“I tell you what, Savannah. This McGaw guy better be good."
First, he called Sage into his private office. "Sage, how old are you?"
"Just turned teen, sir."
"You're the one who wrote the letter to your mother?"
"Yes, sir, I did."
“Why did you write the letter to your mother?”
"It was the only way I figured I could get through to her. She -- she doesn't listen otherwise."
"You don't think your mother listens to you?"
Sage took a deep breath. "It's -- it's not just that I don't think she listens. I'm not sure she even cares. I mean, we're strangers in our own house. We hardly know each other." 
Sitting in the next room, I heard Sage break out in muffled sobs.
"Why do you think you and your mother hardly know each other?"
"Because she's working all the time."
“What kind of work does your mother do?”
“She’s – she’s – she’s an adventurer.”
“Adventurer?”
“Travels all over the world. Archaeology, paranormal studies, history lectures.”
“She’s in academia.”
“I guess you can say that.”
"I'm sure your mom cares. She -- she just isn't sure how to show you that she cares. If I get her some classes to help with you and your brothers and sisters, do you think that things will get better?"
Sage looked up. "I hope so."
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