That was Audrey's latest text message sent to another one of her therapists.
"Destruction of the grotto"
What in the world? I can usually navigate the labyrinth of Audrey's mind and trace back her left-field references to their origins. But this one I could not figure out.
Grotto, grotto, grotto. I thought about it so hard that I had that thing happen where it stops sounding like a word and just becomes a sound. What a strange word. You could probably count on one hand the times in your life when you would ever utter it: