And Only Four Gloves Left
“My, how you’ve grown,” were the first words to escape from Dr. Fejes, who was clad in white. Paulie was not amused. Paulie was sweating even though the foggy weather outside wasn’t warm enough to warrant perspiration.
“It’s grown, Doc.”
Without warning, Dr. Fejes placed his clammy gloveless hands on Paulie’s throat. “Two times in size, by my guess.” Behind him, Paulie saw his dentist dragging a large green cylinder into the bathroom-turned-office. Next to the dentist, Paulie saw a man he recognized but could not place from where. Maybe a billboard or a bus stop advertisement? He couldn’t be sure. “We operate soon. Should be no trouble.”
No trouble? The growth had doubled in size, and the throat doctor was telling him it was no trouble. “Dr. Fejes, it’s massiv
