Chapter IVAfter all the morning's excitement, I made it to the front desk.
“Hello, Mr. Stanford, what an unexpected surprise. Got someone on the chopping block today?”
Not humored, I told the receptionist Dr. Stewart had called ahead. She shuffled through some papers.
“I don't see anything. Do you know who he talked to?”
“Gee whiz, Sara Ann, I'm not too sure. I wasn't around when he made reservations.”
Sensing something was not quite right, she asked, “What's the problem, Tony? I hope you're not sick. We have a crowd, and you might have to wait like the regular folk.”
On a side note, if you ever want to move to the head of the line, say these words at the emergency room: I have chest pain.
A nurse was summoned and came with a wheelchair.
“Hop on, Tony.”
“I can make it on my own.”
