Psycho Therapy

“Well, Sam?”

“Sigmunda, I had this weird dream. You and I made passionate love after I shot my wife Sally.”

“Wonderful! Finally, you understand our deep mutual desire. We will kill Sally together, then move to Vienna. There bliss awaits us.”

“Whoa Doc! Remember transference? I want to resolve issues, not commit murder, nor run off with you. We’re done.”

“You reject me? You’ll be very sorry.”

Sam called Sally. “Sigmunda has slipped a cog. You can’t believe—”

“Oh, but I do. She warned me about you. Kill me? Your gear’s on the porch, doors locked, keys changed. Goodbye.”