but driving past Dr. Smith's office I noticed a large FOR SALE sign
and imagined the Doc 'moving on up'
perhaps to a bigger pad
(this one was cluttered to a point that scared my old lady)
Patty the receptionist answered the phone and I asked how the end of the week looked. mornings were preferable.
Patty's voice trembled, "I'm sorry but Dr. Smith passed away this June"
June. months ago.
I remembered his concern over a spot of cancer on his forehead but when I mentioned this Patty quickly dismissed the notion, offering no details in return. I remembered the details didn't matter anyways.
"Mistah Kurtz-he dead."
I thanked Patty for her years of dedicated work, she mentioned something about forms. I answered enthusiastically knowing damn well I would not follow through. I hung up.
then the darkest part of my brain spit out this gem:
"Well, he musn't have been a very good doctor after all"
which is still funny
but isn't true at all.
he was a good doctor, the only one who has ever made me feel comfortable. I'm not in a rush to find another.
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