<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>Collecting glasses is a good way of picking up information, without people realising you were listening in, and given everything that had gone on in the confusion of Lacy disappearing, that was a valuable thing right now.<br/><br/>Moving like a ghost around the bar, smiling at Michy and Amanda as I politely leant past them to grab a disregarded bottle, I caught a little of their conversation and smiled at them in recognition, before moving on thoughtfully behind them; not wanting to interrupt their conversation.<br/><br/>Thanks to my therapy sessions, I knew a little of Courtney’s history with Michy and the CGDA, of course, but the level of emotion and resentment Michy seemed to feel about the situation was even more than I expected—though understandable. Being a psychologist, I’m taught to be neutral and equally empathetic to both sides at all times, bit I did make a mental note to ensure no glass wear got within her reach whilst Courtney was close by.<br/><br/>Amanda’s dishevelled state and comments of what had happened at the wedding had surprised me too. I hadn’t known her that well, having only one conversation at the clubhouse with her when the wedding was announced, but it seemed she wasn’t only suffering from the loss of Lacy, and my heart went out to her, even as I was curious to know what happened.<br/><br/>Internally kicking myself for being my usual inquisitive self, I returned the empties to Courtney to load into the dishwasher and resumed my seat to watch her uncomfortable service of her former girlfriend.<br/><br/>Life – it never fails to be interesting.<br/>