“Yeah.”
He flushed the toilet, which was very noisy, and we both made a show of washing our hands. When we returned to Dr. Del Ciello’s office, he was very solicitous.
“Feeling better, young man?” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” Valerius said. “I think that snack I had on the train didn’t agree with me.”
{That was good improvising, kiddo,} I sent.
“I understand,” Dr. Del Ciello said. “When I take the train to Rome, I take my own snacks with me in order to avoid just that sort of problem. Shall we go, gentlemen?”
Dr. Del Ciello escorted us up and down endless corridors, proudly showing off each and every feature of the hospital, until finally I had to say, “Dr. Del Ciello, what I’m really interested in is seeing how the patients are housed and cared for.”
{Valerius,} I sent as strongly as I kne
