The Harmless Thoughts of a London Gynecologist
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Well?”
“Yes, Doctor. I recall it.”
Then looking up: “The date, Mrs. Mangrum?”
“Oh, I thought you meant—“
“Yes, I know what you thought.”
“Two years past, Doctor. Maybe a tad longer.”
Then finishing the last of it: “Two years, is it? “
He holds the sound at arm’s length. It might be a knitting needle, bent enough at the tip to form an awful little snout. Wiping it on his sleeve—There is nothing about you to revere, you have nothing mysterious to offer a man.
“Is it almost over?”
“We want to be thorough, don’t we, Mrs. Mangrum, the best medicine is always preventative.”
– J. Boyer
