CHAPTER 25
I’ve been on my phone looking at the same posts for half an hour or longer when Dr. Bell finally steps in. I get this sense she’s a fascinating woman. You’d think that somebody nerdy enough to get all the way through medical school wouldn’t waste too much time on things like fashion or makeup, but Dr. Bell could probably pose for one of the articles in the mommy magazines she keeps in her waiting room. She’s not gorgeous, not the kind of woman you wouldn’t trust your boyfriend around. More like the big sister you look up to but know you’ll always stay stuck in her shadow no matter how hard you try.
Dr. Bell smiles and shakes my hand. It’s not formal when she does it, and when she’s done she gives my shoulder a short rub. “How are you today?” That’s the difference between an ac
