Chapter Eight
Miles’s eyebrows shot up. He muttered, “Myrtle, it isn’t done. The doctors have nothing to do with scheduling.”
“Pooh. That’s a myth. This is his office, and he’s the one in charge. I’m pretty sure that he knows a good deal about what goes on with the scheduling there. It’s a small town. I’ve no doubt that things didn’t work this way when you were in Atlanta, but I can assure you they work this way here.”
She turned her attention back to the phone. “Yes, Tommy, it’s me. I know you’d rather limit the number of patients you’re seeing, but this is a special case. She hasn’t been to the doctor since she was a child and you’ll likely never see her again unless I can persuade her to return.”
Myrtle’s voice had that same authoritative ring to it that it did when she was in charg
