"We are not really addressing the elephant in the room" said the therapist. Henry looked at her through narrow, suspicious eyes. Could she see it too. The big pink elephant sitting beside him in the armchair. The one that had followed him onto the metro, after the old boys seventy year reunion in Paris. The one that nobody believed in. Not the lady who thought he was attacking her, as he tried to move her out of the way, not the Gendarme, and certainly not the Judge. Henry had apologised for the confusion and mayhem he had caused, but really it should have been Nellie who was apologising. She had sat beside him in the dock, swinging her trunk defiantly, nearly decapitating the Barrister sitting in front. Ivy had said that he was lucky to get a sympathetic Judge. Counselling instead of a prison sentence. But apparently they were all wrong. This therapist seemed like an educated woman, a Doctor with a string of letters after her name. Nellie winked at him, I think this is going to be alright she said.