Calling Jennie

Swallowing her pride, Shari pulled out her phone and dialed the number on the card. She put the phone to her ear and waited a few seconds.

"Hello? Dr. Jennie Westley, PhD. Hypnotherapist. How may I help you?"

"Hey, Jennie." Shari said with a sigh, "It's me, Sha-"

"Shar?!" Jennie squealed in excitement, making Shari cringe a bit. "It's been years! How are you? How did you get my home and work number?"

Shari sighed. She was starting to regret this. Of course, it appeared that Jennie was only as slightly immature as before, but at least she wasn't pulling pranks right now.

"My boss recommended you to me." She explained, "She said you were skilled enough to fix problems with your hypnotherapy after you helped her daughter?"

"You heard right!" Jennie chimed in.

"Well, I have this certain..." Shari blushed and bit her lip before continuing, "Problem of my own that I desperately need fixed. Like, right away!"

"Bed wetting?" Jennie asked, "Because I get that one a lot more than you would -"

"No! No! No!" Shari interrupted, blushing furiously, "Not bed wetting. I stopped wet the bed when I was eightee- EIGHT! When I was eight."

"Thumb sucking? Talking in your sleep?" Jennie began listing off, "Nail biting? Picking your teeth? You'd be surprised with how many I get for help with stopping them from picking their nos-"

"LISTEN!" Shari snapped before taking a deep breath to calm down. "Jennie, I will explain everything at your place when I get an appointment. When is the earliest that you can pencil me in?"