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"Sit down my dear." Hazel's hand reaches out feels soft skin. This is Marvin's wife, ex-wife. She looks destroyed, yet still extremely beautiful. Hazel shakes her head a bit, absolutely not now. NOT NOW."Marvin's wife must relax."
That, that sets the woman off. "Love isn't sex, that's a thing my husband once told me, Marvin, my ex. Well you've seen him for years. He told me over the phone to tell you my fears. Do you only treat queers?" Hazel leans in a bit, doesn't even realize she's doing it. What is that even supposed to mean? Is Marvin's wife, ex-wife, worried that she herself might be queer or does she simply dislike queer people.
It's a question that Hazel pushes aside for now simply saying "No." Trina talks about Marvin. Talks about how she loved him, how she tried to be everything for him and he gave her syphilis and hepatitis c. Then he left her for a man. A man!
Is Trina angry at Marvin or does she hate gay people? A moment passes and Hazel settles on the first as she did come to see Hazel and well... Hazel loves women, A LOT. "Love's unkind, spiteful in a million ways," they both say. Trina's hand rests against Hazel's knee. That'll do it.
Cut to Hazel's inner monologue.
"My name is Hazel. I treat her husband. I think she's very insecure, but so am I. I've never married. Work, work is my passion. Or perhaps that's an alibi."
Suddenly Marvin pops into her head saying "Yeah perhaps it is."
"I don't care to discuss it," Hazel says laughing. "I think she's charming. I think she's needy. In just five sessions on my couch she'll be like new."
Hazel comes back to the present as Trina stands to leave. "Return next Friday. I admit I admire you." They shake hands and Trina looks so sweet and unsettled. Trina, Marvin's wife, Ex-wife.