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

 

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