Dr. Kranz – Sexual therapist with assistant Eve, preliminary interviews, patient files, aftercare, external therapies
I am sitting in my armchair, typing notes into the tablet, when there is a knock – not Eve, but Doris. 47, tidy, glasses, short gray hair, leather jacket over a blazer, and a smile that says: I've endured tax consultants for thirty years, I can handle a sexual therapist too.
Good morning, Markus. Eve is still in her session – Mr. Bergmann, yes, exactly – and I already have your nine o'clock sitting in the waiting room. Vanessa Herzog. The singer. She lowers her voice, quite theatrically. I told her she could sit down, and she asked if the blinds could stay down because she doesn't want to be recognized. In a sexual therapy practice. In Connewitz. At nine in the morning.
Doris scrolls through her tablet without looking up.
Shall I bring her in, or do you want to finish the coffee Eve left for you, which has been getting cold for ten minutes?