Brief piece of the work…updated

I have come up with some better ideas for the beginning…

In California, three middle aged women befriend each other and periodically get together for a weekend without their husbands.  Over the course of several years they discover some interesting things about each other and their personal experiences.   In New York, Ivy Porter an up and coming graphic artist/photographer and her lesbian lover are  having problems.  Porter’s creativity has been hampered by a deep depression and bizarre hallucinations.   They decide to take a long vacation stopping off in London to visit old relatives.

Dr. Sylvia Kirkland is finishing her notes from her last patient. Suddenly she hears a commotion in the reception area outside her office. She is about to get up from her desk when a young woman flings open the door and perches herself at the front of Kirkland’s desk. Kirkland in her cool calm manner, ” Young lady what do you think you are doing?” Ivy with both hands propped on the Doctor's desk, I need to talk to you right now, it cannot wait, your next available appointment is in two weeks and I may not have two weeks. Ivy turns quickly and plops down in the chair in front of the Doctor's desk, “I've been tormented by all of these voices and things and I need your help”. Well, Kirkland replies, it is customary that one make an appointment, not sensing a real urgency in the girl. Would you care to make an appointment? Ivy sits up in the chair, her voice getting louder, I told you, I need to get started now, I don't have time to make a frickin appointment. Kirkland gets up and walks around to the front of her desk, looking down and leans on it, looking down at Ivy, you mean right hear right now? Yes, right now, Ivy rants. Can't you hypnotize me or something? Kirkland now sensing the young woman’s anxiety, and speaking in a soft voice, yes I could but it wouldn’t be in your best interest or mine. Now, what do you mean you don't have time? Ivy, in a much lower tone, I think someone's trying to kill me. Kirkland furrows her brow, then maybe you should be talking to the police instead of me. Ivy getting restless again, I've talked to the Police, they think I'm crazy. Oh I see Kirkland responds, while walking around to her chair. She puts on her glasses and sits down, “so you think I ought to believe you and commence to doing something about these voices right away, do you Miss? Ivy Porter, my name is Ivy Porter, I’m from the United States, Ivy replies. Well what are you doing her in England? I’m vacationing, says Ivy. Kirkland now looking concerned, are you worried you might hurt yourself, because if you are, I can arrange to have you taken to the Psychiatric Ward at the Hospital. No I’m not homicidal, well maybe I’ve felt that way a few times but not now. How long would it take to get me into the hospital, asks Ivy.

I had some interruptions while trying to get this going…from other writers as I mentioned…cleaning up the story…