11
Early Monday morning after I had given the flash drive to Carrie for safe-keeping, I received a phone call.
“Dr. Garrick, this is Professor Higgins calling,” he said, a strong nasal tone to his voice. “A mutual friend said you might need some cleaning…janitorial work.”
“Yes, I do. When can you come by?”
“I assume you have employees?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“When might they leave today?”
I double checked my desk calendar. “Uhm…five…five o’clock today.”
“Does five-thirty work for you?”
“Perfectly.”
“See you then.”
Besides the meaningful glances Brie and I shared that spoke volumes, we didn’t talk about our relationship, choosing to flow with the natural order of things. The day progressed normally. Patients came and went. Then, at the end of the day Brie manufactured things to do. L
