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“Growing Strong,” proclaimed the framed print of a rose towering above a plot of weeds. It had made Olenna roll her eyes when her granddaughter recommended it as decoration for her new office, but many of her patients seemed to appreciate the sentiment.
Margaery was one of the few in her mutton-headed family to understand why Olenna insisted on keeping up her psychiatric practice at the age of ninety. She was already unspeakably wealthy, her children and grandchildren all well-placed in prominent positions. Her own reputation as both a grand dame of high society and a groundbreaking therapist was already secure.
Her sons and grandsons said she should take a step back and enjoy a well earned retirement. Bugger that. Olenna knew her mind would be pudding within a year. She thrived on knowing the otherwise unknown and figuring out what made people tick. True, the ethics of her profession kept her from using what she discovered directly to her advantage, but it was enough just to know their secrets.
She would concede, however, that after a half century of practice, the routine cases had become too dull keep her going. Anyone can throw pills at mood disorders or navigate couples through infidelity. Just as she was beginning to consider that her progeny may be correct (the very idea!), her first strange case had come in. She solved it to his satisfaction, and the floodgates opened. It seemed there were quite a few individuals with extraordinary powers who needed counseling on the complications those abilities caused in their lives.
Olenna soon transformed her practice into a specialized service for such singular individuals. To say she felt half her age would be an insult; she felt timeless.