"Listen to this!" Cass called from the living room and read aloud a classified from the local rag. "Ready to go beyond therapy? Or maybe traditional talk therapy isn't your thing. Story Mapping could be your ticket to releasing stuck energy."
Marly appeared in the kitchen doorway, a wooden spatula in hand, wearing a red and white checked apron. "I've never heard of it. Story Mapping? What's that?"
"We agreed to try new things," Cass reproved mildly, and Marly humphed before returning to making dinner.
After thirty years of marriage, Marly retired from the Fire Department and started training for competitive weightlifting. Cass cut back on giving massages two mornings a week and signed up for a community dance class. Their kids, a boy and a girl were on their own in faraway cities, and the empty silence had begun to fester. Cass broached the subject of couples therapy to help navigate the ups and downs of unlocking a more intimate connection.
'Therapy isn't my thing. You know that" Marly objected, but Cass flexed dance muscles and opened an air portal to New Dimensions with grand gestures. "Why don't you come to the gym? It's been ages since we worked out together," Marly said, recalling the Fitness Center where they originally met, a block from the Fire Station.
