“So,” I continued, “what do I have to do to get the treatment you offered?”
“We need to put the rest of this food away then we can go upstairs where I can examine you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We both got up and started clearing the table. The wine bottle was empty, as well as the Styrofoam cartons from the scampi and salads. The rest of the salmon, the lobster salad, the clams, and the cheesecake went into the refrigerator. I loaded the dishwasher while Shelley cleared and cleaned up everything else.
I finally took a very deep breath. “I’m looking forward to my physical, Doctor,”
“Really? After all you had this weekend?”
“Especially after what I had this weekend.”
Shelley eyed me.
“Everything this weekend was rough and almost violent. I think I need to taste something different.”
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