NEW DOCTOR
Here I am at Dr. Henry Hunter’s office, straight up at eight o’clock, staring down another feast of paperwork. This time, I read everything before I sign. I go ahead and give Jeff full access to my medical records. Considering that he’s paying for the visits. If I can’t trust my own brother, then who can I trust?
When the receptionist ushers me into the room, I see that it’s different than Dr. Rice’s office. This doctor has two wingback chairs and a desk. Eh, nothing special. The room is cluttered with tons of dusty books and a couple of framed degrees on the plain white wall. Through the rubble of files on his desk, I spot a picture of his family. Two kids, a boy and a girl. The girl looks like she’s in elementary school, the boy looks old enough to be in middle school, and t
