Hanks? Dr. McDonald will see you now.”“Thank you.” Mark stood up from his seat, tossing a well-worn copy of National Geographic onto the waiting room’s coffee table. Following the pretty, blonde nurse, he wondered if she would be impressed if she knew he had taken some of the pictures in that magazine.I doubt it, he thought, thanking her once again when she showed him into an exam room. Ordinarily he would have taken the chance and brought it up anyway, but he was too preoccupied for any attempt at flirtation.Another nurse knocked before entering, this one much older and far less attractive, her salt and pepper hair cropped short and her face cast into a permanent frown.“Please roll up your shirt sleeve, Mr. Hanks.” She stuck a thermometer in his mouth, then strapped the blood pressure cuff around his bicep and pumped it brutally tight, her fingers pressed firmly on his inner wrist.“So what brings you in today, Mr. Hanks?”“Dere’s a womb in ma aye.” He muttered around the thermometer.“I’m sorry, what?”
