Janet uncovered her eyes, and laughed.
“You’re amused,” Logan said.
“Amused?” she asked, “I don’t know what I am, to be honest. What do you mean the door of denial?”
Logan crossed his legs and clasped his hands together on his knees. “This is the easiest door of all. Anyone can get through it because it’s so easy for human beings to deny something is happening…especially when it’s something they cannot bear.” He continued, “Can you think of something that’s happened in your life that you cannot bear?”
Janet realized something, but kept staring at him.
“What are you thinking, Janet?” he asked.
An indescribable sadness came over her. She looked at the tree tops; she had tears in her eyes as she gripped the arms of the chair. Her consciousness was flooded with the memory of her son Logan, and she couldn’t help but cry.
“Janet, what are you thinking about right now?”
Janet wiped the tears from her face. She paused for a moment, looking at the ground. “My son.”