Lydia sat back in her chair, though her hand never left Isaac’s arm. “How is that?” she asked. It seemed Dr. Grigsby’s answer for everything was a little more laudanum. She wondered if that was what Mrs. Wetzel would be taking for her headache.
“He says it is a wonder d**g,” Isaac replied with a shrug. “As you know, Dr. Grigsby has done extensive research into women’s health.”
“Yes, I know,” Lydia replied quickly. She’d heard enough stories about how marvelous Dr. Grigsby was, how he’d treated hundreds of hysterical women and employed the medical field’s most recent discoveries in an attempt to return them to their former selves, often with great success. She didn’t trust a word the man said, particularly when he’d explained that manipulation of a woman’s private area through digital sti
