Cindy was my own little JFK: A riddle wrapped in a question locked inside an enigma. She’d been my client for nearly three months, but I still had no idea what she thought or felt. Our conversations always went something like this:
Me: “So, Cindy, what’s going on in your life?”
Cindy: “Oh, you know. Like, my parents…”
Me: “Yes?”
Cindy: “You know how they are.”
Me: “Um, not really. How are they?”
Cindy: “It’s like, well, anyway…I don’t know, they…like…”
Me: “Like what?”
Cindy: “You know.”
As flattered as I was that Cindy seemed to consider me omniscient (she said “you know” approximately four thousand times per [...]