CHAPTER 38
After a quick breakfast on the Wednesday, Kirsten and Mark set off to collect Fred at the hospital. They made their way up the two flights of stone steps and through the massive Gothic main entrance to a general reception area where a petite blonde nurse with a sunny personality took them under her wing and showed them into a waiting room, done out in antiseptic white. It smelled just as antiseptic.
She served them coffee and Mark noticed that she had precious little on under her nurse's white smock. His eyes followed her neat little behind out of the door as she left the room.
"Down boy," Kirsten said and poked him with an elbow.
"Just looking," he said.
"That's how it always starts."
Almost immediately, the door opened again and Fred came in, smiling broadly, looking fre
