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Hey There, Lonely Girl
Hey There, Lonely Girl
Hey There, Lonely Girl
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Mornings on a subway train, a young woman with brooding eyes and a pained expression intrigues Jack Roberts, a psychologist. What's the cause of her unhappiness--a problem at home, on the job, or with a boyfriend? He wonders.
Meanwhile at the clinic where he is a therapist, he takes great pride on his ability to relate with all kinds of clients. That is until Ryan Goodman shows up in his office. His arrogance, egotism, and rudeness are too much for Jack who asks the director to assign him to another therapist. When, however, to his dismay, Amy Dwyer, the young woman with the downcast eyes and sad look whom he sees mornings on the subway train, appears and begs him to continue working with Ryan, he relents.
Instead of being therapeutic, Jack's next session with him becomes combative. So much so that he decides to confront Amy and tell her the ugly truth about Ryan--namely, that he's a gigolo who preys upon women, uses them, and then casts them aside like worn sneakers. She, however, refuses to believe him. When he insists that she deserves better, she accuses him of unethical conduct and hurries off.
All too soon, Jack's prediction comes true; for Ryan runs off with the director of the clinic, who has resigned. Remorseful about the way in which he confronted Amy and ashamed of having violated his code of ethics in doing so, he tries to forget her. But he can't; for he is in love with her.
Only when she stops by to thank him for trying to get through her thick head the truth about Ryan, is he able, in turn, to reveal his true feelings for her. That moment marks a new beginning for both of them.

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Release dateApr 12, 2017
ISBN9781311062574
Hey There, Lonely Girl
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T. J. Robertson

Although I’ve made my living as a teacher and guidance counselor, I’ve always had a passion for writing. Thomas Bouregy and Company published my novel, Return to Paradise Cove, under their Avalon imprint. Two of my one-act plays, A Different Kind of Death, and The Flirt, have been produced, respectively, in New Haven, Connecticut, and Sacramento, California. Short stories of mine have appeared in commercial magazines such as Action and True Romance as well as in certain literary and professional ones.

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    Like a daffodil in spring, she would appear early--6:40 to be exact--at the Harvard Square Station and board the Boston-bound, subway train. Discreetly, I would find myself following her onto the coach and taking a seat on the opposite side, never, however, directly facing her. Because there was no ring on the fourth finger of her left hand, I assumed she was single. Except for her and me, everyone else, like Rodin's thinker statue, was absorbed in his or her smart phone or tablet. Although she was not unattractive, wispy bangs hovering, like shades, above dark brooding eyes, a small nose sloping up at the tip, and pursed lips gave her face a sad, if not pained, expression. With her hands clasped, arms thrust upon her breasts, and legs pressed against her seat, she was not unlike a spring ready to uncoil at a moment's notice.

    What was going on in her life that gave her such an aura of loneliness and gloom? Was it a problem at home, on the job, or with a boyfriend? I wondered.

    So, all spring and well into summer, she became the focal point of my morning ritual. Sitting across from her, I cannot tell you how many times, strange as it may sound, that I heard strains of the song, Hey There, Lonely Girl:

    Hey there, lonely girl, lonely girl,

    Let me make your broken heart like new. . .

    Ever since he broke your heart you seem so lost.

    Each time you pass my way

    Oh, how I long to take your hand

    And say don't cry; I'll kiss your tears away.

    Hey there, lonely girl, my lonely girl,

    Let me make your broken heart like new.

    Hey there, lonely

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