I go for the latter, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll try plan B.
“Well, good morning, Dr. Bishop. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” I turn around and flash a bright smile at him as I wrap my stethoscope around my neck. When his expression softens, I can tell he’s taken aback by my kindness. When he realizes he broke character and showed some real emotion, Evan purses his lips and continues toward me in long strides.
“Another day in paradise,” he grunts, looking down at me and my bag of licorice. “What the f**k are you eating?”
I hold up the bag and offer it to him. “Black licorice. Want one?”
The face he gives me makes me burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“You should know that s**t is no good for you. Not to mention it smells and looks awful.”
“Well, not everything we put in o
