Once again we were waiting, this time for Mr Bathurst to arrive at the plaster room.
Finally, he showed up. “Mr Tanner. How delightful to see you again.”
I could tell from his words and the look on his face he was having me on. I’d given him quite a difficult time in hospital.
“How delightful to be missed.” I gave him a saccharine smile, unable to resist tormenting him a final time.
“Quite.” He curled his lip at me in return. “I trust you’ve been keeping off that leg as much as possible?”
“I’ve seen to that,” James assured him.
“Excellent.” He went to stand before a box on the wall, slipped the first of the pictures in, and flipped a switch. The X-ray of a foot was illuminated. I assumed it was my foot; I wasn’t a medical man, but I thought it didn’t look…too bad.
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