Callahan’s office!” Jenna opened the door for the older couple to come inside. They’d been standing on the stoop, refusing to enter, for a good two minutes, and it appeared they were arguing about something. So she’d decided to expedite the matter, whatever it was. “Would you like to come in?” Neither of them made a move. In fact, the woman took a step backwards. “Do you have an appointment with the doctor this morning?” Jenna asked. The old man looked away, but the woman nodded. “I have an appointment with the doctor.” She scowled over at her husband. “He has an appointment with something else.” Well, this seemed interesting. But wisely she decided not to butt in. Not at this point in their debate, anyway. “It’s like this every time he brings me here,” the woman continued. “He thinks I don’t know, thinks I can’t smell it all over him, but I do, every single time. And the doctor has warned him, but he doesn’t listen. Just doesn’t listen.” The woman shoved past the door, marched right on by Jenna and went straight to the waiting room, while her little white-haired husband stayed there on the stoop, smiling sheepishly and shrugging.
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