College
Curt, please. I said I’d try.
us. I don’t know how many times I tried to stress that to him. But, for a pediatrician who divided his attention between a private practice and an emergency care facility, downtime seemed to be a luxury he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—afford.
A ring, two, before an automated system clicked on, an emotionless woman’s voice droning in my ear. “Thank you for calling the Riverside Family Care Practice, located on—”
phone begin to ring again, longer this time, four rings, five.
“Come on,” I breathed, getting angrier by the minute. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror—disheveled hair barely presentable, a scruffy shadow of a beard that I forgot to shave off this morning, thick glasses that made me look more like a nerd than a scholar. I forced a s
