Chapter 4
Saturday morning dawned clear and bright, the perfect fall day for which the southwest was famous. Mirman found himself more eager than usual to get up and get going. After he did a few chores, keeping an anxious eye on the clock, the time suddenly skipped ahead an hour while he hesitated over what to wear. Obviously, his normal scrubs would not do. He had a few pairs of jeans, but even though they’d been the uniform while he was in college, he’d never quite felt comfortable in them.
Still that was what Gary wore so it was probably the best choice. He finally donned a mildly worn pair and a plain off-white sports shirt and slipped his feet into a pair of athletic shoes. Maybe I can pass for a regular guy. He knew many people mistook him for a Latino and some even spoke to him i
