Yikes, it’s been forever.
“Mr. Barnett,” she spoke, breaking the padded silence of the waiting room.
He continued filling in the sudoku puzzle book he got years ago and only just now started. Pace had a lot on his plate at any given moment, but some of them were sweet. And these easy puzzles reminded him that he was a genius. How could that be anything but sweet?
“Mr. Barnett,” the woman patiently repeated. “The doctor will see you now.”
“Hm,” he answered, looking up. It finally clicked – that was him. No one used his legal name, and Mr. Barnett was his father anyway. “Right, I’m coming.”
He grabbed the pen and book, standing to meet the nurse for his psychiatrist’s office. ‘His’ used loosely – he saw a new one often enough, cycling through just in case. But Dr. Gertler was a staple. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and he trusted her.
That made him want to throw up a little, but trust was trust.
[Copyrighted © January 16, 2016, Jam Blute]