CHAPTER 17
Over the next three months, I discover that Waylon was right about his way being easy.
Easy like him teaching me long and hard on Sundays and driving me over to the medical trailer on the back of his bike the other six days of the week.
Easy like him pushing all the patients who come to see me for their physical to the top of the move-in list so that we can get the backyard clinic up and running that much faster. Not because he’s as passionate about preventative care as I am, but because he wants the extra teaching time in the morning.
Easy like him bringing home furniture catalogs and telling me to circle whatever I want—he only says no to my picks if they don’t appear sturdy enough to hold up to his lessons. We discovered that furniture requirement the hard way with the sm
