“Hello, how are you doing today?” Marvin asked me, smiling.
“What are you doing here, you are not Doctor Jakes,” I said, trying to straighten my leg on the bed.
“I can be Doctor James if you let me,” Marvin replied.
“Okay, but is it not strange that he has not shown up since yesterday?” I asked.
“He will please relax my dear,” Marvin said. His phone had been ringing and it was beginning to sound annoying.
“Won’t you take that call? At least tell the person that you are busy,” I said.
“It’s Shantel, she has been calling since last night,” Marvin said.
It was very early in the morning and my room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm and intimate ambiance as Marvin sat by my bedside as we faced each other.
It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and my hear
