Broken Boulder pisces

Kaali's approach is silent.  Seabreeze is somewhat taken by this woman; not in the same way that Olive has enchanted her, but something similar.  Kaali, she says, obviously congested.  She laughs a bit nervously at it, worried about seeming ugly and unattractive.  I am well.  I think I have a head cold.

There is something deeper in Kaali's face that is easy enough for the therapist to read.  Is something the matter?  Maybe Kaali was beginning to feel it, too.