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    â€œYou’re late,” a large shemale at the head of the circle snaps. His/her hair is short and curly and I take a moment, trying to determine gender. I check hands, wonder some more, and finally scan the neck for an Adam’s apple. Definitely female .
    â€œSay hello,” she commands.
    â€œUm, hi,” I address the four others. “I’m Dyna and this is my mother?”
    â€œHello, Dyna. Goodbye, Dyna’s mother,” the woman says gruffly. “She’ll be done at one o’clock sharp.”
    I give Mom a look that says, “Please don’t leave me alone with these people,” but she just hugs me before heading back down the steps. When she glances over her shoulder, I swallow at the worry on her face. Smiling bravely, I face the group.
    A round-faced man sitting close by gives me a boyish smile and his blond hair falls into his eyes. When he raises his hand to wave at me, I notice his other forearm ends in an unexpected stump. I’m stunned as I return his wave, waggling my fingers, and then feel guilty for that. Like, “Looky over here. I’ve got fingers.” What is wrong with me?
    I’m not ready to be around other people.
    The only empty chair is next to the blond guy, and it’s so low to the ground there’s no way to smoothly slide into it. I lean my crutches behind it, and after a few clumsy attempts I finally manage to drop my butt down hard. Leaning back makes me feel too vulnerable, so I hunch forward and look around the circle.
    An older woman with gray hair twisted into two braids gives me a smile. She looks completely healthy and I wonder if she maybe wandered up here because she had nothing better to do this morning.
    Beside her is a stunning Asian girl with a patch over one eye who appears to be in her early twenties. Her posture is rigid and her gaze takes me in with enough intensity for six eyes.
    Next to her sits a black man with snaking scars running down both his arms. I’m pricked with sorrow for whatever happened to him, and I regret making these people wait for me.
    The burly leader introduces herself as Miss Brauhn and tells me to call her Miss, which is a little funny since there is nothing Miss-like about her. Not that I’d consider laughing.
    With a pointed look at me she says, “ As I was saying  … this is inner therapy. My sister takes care of the outer therapy in the wellness center.” She points her thumb toward the sliding glass doors. The sun is shining too brightly against the glass for me to be able to see inside, but I can hear weights ringing out at even intervals. I try to envision her even burlier sister, but cannot.
    â€œWe will now go around the circle,” Miss says gruffly. “You will introduce yourself and explain what happened to bring you here. Also, you’re each to give a one-word description of yourself. I want you to think hard about who you are right now, today. Find your one word. Feel it. And then share your word with the group.”
    She nods for me to go first. Great.
    â€œHi. I’m Dyna. Named after the Harley Davidson line of Dyna Cycles.” I’m greeted with warm smiles I didn’t expect. “My ankle got really messed up when I was rock climbing. I took a bad fall at the old swim hole down in the valley? I guess it’s actually an abandoned rock quarry.” I swallow, hating the way my voice sounds.
    â€œAnyway, the accident happened at the beginning of the month and the doctors say I should be able to switch from the crutches to a cane in a couple more weeks.” I shrug. “Then I’m really hoping I’ll be able to ditch the cane one day, too.”
    â€œAnd your one-word description?” Miss prods.
    â€œOh, um, I guess … just … fine.”
    â€œFine?”
    â€œYes, like, I’m going to be fine.” Miss nods knowingly, and I get annoyed when she starts to write on her pad.