![]() ![]() But she left a lot to the imagination in her usual black pantsuit and boring flat loafers. She had green eyes, and from the little bit he could see, a nice body. She was probably in her thirties, with wavy blond hair that she constantly tucked behind her right ear. Fisher was by far, the best-looking doctor at the Beaumont Health Center-or as he liked to call it, the Crazy Kids Center. ![]() If he had to be stuck in a small room with someone, for any length of time, a fat middle-aged bald man was not an option.Īnd it was no contest. She had shown an impressive amount of patience.īefore agreeing to these sessions, Trevor had researched all of the doctors in the provider directory. She sat across from him in her oversized leather chair, writing diligently in her notepad. In fact, the only thing worth looking at was Dr. With nothing but empty beige walls and a potted rubber tree in one corner, the surroundings couldn’t be more mind-numbing. Trevor scanned the small square room for the hundredth time. If she touched, I don’t know…a bar of soap, she’d still have to use a kleenex.” Every time she touched something she had to use a kleenex. ![]() This was their fifth session together, but the first time he had spoken a word. The doctor narrowed her eyes at him, “Can you elaborate for me?” “At our first session, you asked me what I remembered about my mom. Fisher looked up, a hint of surprise on her face, “Do you need a tissue?” “Kleenex,” he said, ending the silence.ĭr. Trevor McNulty cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. ![]()
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