ABSTRACT
A woman walks into the room. She is in her early thirties, pretty, long black hair flowing onto her shoulders. She holds a large red bag in her hand and looks around. “I like your office, it’s well put together,” she says with a smile. She sits down on the couch, legs spread apart, and settles the big bag between her legs. “Hi.” She looks at me, smiles, and immediately bends over and opens the bag, digs through it, removing items and then returning them to the bag. Then she looks up at me and laughs in embarrassment. “I’m looking for something … Never mind … ” She leaves the bag open between her legs, leans back, and starts to cry. This is how I first meet Ella.
