He heard his name, and looked up. Rosie was looking his way. He got up and fol­ lowed her to the counselling room.

Rosie had noticed that Keith seemed very much in his own world, sitting forward in the chair, his eyes down, seemingly staring into space. She guessed he had things on his mind and wanted to be sure that he felt free to take his own direc­ tion in the session. But she didn’t want to direct attention towards her assump­ tion, she knew that she might be wrong, it might have been a passing thought that had absorbed him.