The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 4, Part 4
#16 of The Gryphon's Goal
Here's the end of Chapter 4! Chapter 5 begins tomorrow!
Larry willed himself not to be under the questions. She was a doctor, a psychologist, and there had to be a purpose to them, even if he couldn't see it. "Because they treat me like an equal."
The doctor nodded. "Well, that's all the time we have." She reached over towards her desk and pressed a button on the phone. "Please send Mrs. Grant to my office, Samantha."
A moment later, Larry and his mother were sitting by each other in front of the sphinx.
"After asking Larry a series of questions I've come to the conclusion that he is an exceptional person. However, I have determined there is nothing wrong with him. He has no traumas, phobias, or any maladjustments."
Not unless you count a phobia of being beaten up by a foo dog, Larry thought.
"Larry is fully capable of flying. He chooses not to do so, whether consciously or unconsciously."
Larry and his mother walked in silence to the van, as if in unspoken agreement. It weighed heavily on Larry, and before they entered the vehicle, he murmured "I'm not doing it on purpose, Mom."
Lenore looked into Larry's eyes. "I know, son. We'll work this out."
"So what's wrong with you, Larry?" Freddy asked as Larry got into the van; his eyes holding a glint of eagerness. "How crazy are you?"
"Fredrick James Grant!"
Freddy wilted against the use of his full name. "Aw, Mom! I just want to know if he's going to flip out and go postal on us!"
"Larry is not crazy, and there is nothing wrong with him." Lenore leveled a cold stare at Freddy that could have frozen fire, and Freddy even shivered. "You, however, are another story altogether."
"I'm not that crazy," Freddy said meekly, tail tucked between his hind legs.
She sighed. "It's all those horror movies," she said, looking over at her husband. "Why do we let him watch them?"
Daniel smiled. "Because we're not all that sane either?"
Lenore shook her head. "Men," she muttered, as if it was the answer.