Chapter 32The receptionist showed Josh into the room. She seemed nice enough, young, pretty, and invited him to a chair. That was a relief. He sat and didn’t fancy lying down like they did on TV. She left the room and closed the door.
There was no couch, just the several clunky armchairs in a circle. A sign on the wall read “Please turn off your phone.” He complied and looked out the window at a treetop.
When the doctor came in, she offered no handshake and sat across from him. “I’m Tina Brinkwater.” She smiled at least. “What can I help you with, Mr. Jones? Do you mind if I call you Steve?” She opened a folder on her lap.
Steve? Oh, a mix up. Funny. It figured. Steve made the appointment. “My name’s Dalenzo. Josh.”
She stared at the label on the file and fumbled through papers. With a
