Chapter 13
Honoré
Leo was true to his word.
The next morning, he phoned production to tell them he had a sore throat, and within an hour a doctor knocked at our door.
Leo threw on a bathrobe and let him in.
Curious, I got up after he left the bedroom and threw on a robe too.
They sat in the living room, and the doctor began to examine Leo while I hovered in the doorway, unsure if I should join them.
The doctor inserted a tongue depressor in Leo’s mouth. “Say ahhh,”
“Ahhh,” Leo uttered, obediently sticking out his tongue.
The doctor listened to his chest with his stethoscope. He let the end of it drop and scratched his head.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see anything wrong with you. You don’t have a fever. Your throat isn’t red. Your heart and chest sound good. I’m not sure where your s
