"It's a shame about the face," Glenda says.
I look up from my legal pad, on which I've been doodling eggplant, lime slices, and ducks.
"What?" I say.
"Your aunt in this photo," she says. "At least she looks like she could be your aunt."
I tell her it's the photo that came with the frame I bought at TJMaxx before our session, and that that's not a nice thing to say about someone, no matter who it is.
"Would you want someone saying that about you?"
"They already do," she says.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for her?