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Toby was kind of impulsive. He’d pop into the office every now and then. More often than not I was with a patient. If I was near a break he’d stick around and say hi. If not, he’d chew the fat with Bobby for a while then leave. He didn’t know what to do with his day. He couldn’t drink all the time. He was a lost soul. We were the glue that anchored him during this traumatic period.
Bobbie buzzed me during a break to tell me someone had stopped in to see me. I assumed it was Toby and was surprised to see Greg. Greg was the young man I had seen the year I was ordered to provide community service for my DUIs. He was sitting in the waiting room paging through a magazine. I hadn’t seen him in two years.
“Greg, what a surprise. You’ve grown. Matured.” He not only shot up a couple of inches
