Part 1 / Chapter Seven ⥈ The Power of the Gods
" I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." — Michelangelo Dr. Ian Ballinger sat in the corner of his beige office in his unbuttoned white coat. His hands were frozen in mid-air as my mother, standing, shouted at my father. "YOU don't have a clue. Do you know how she feels about this?" Then she turned on one foot, stabbing her finger at the doctor. "YOU are not telling us the whole story. She's given you her answer." "Calm down." my father said. "She's not improving; we're just trying to come up with a plan." The tension set an unusual high pitch to his voice. This incited my mother even more. "We don’t need a PLAN. Karen has told us what she wants." "LISTEN for once and SIT DOWN," my father ordered. "Let's give the doctor a chance." Sitting on the edge of the chair, my mother glared at both of th...