She was noticeably still very upset from our prior conversation. I took the clipboard without saying anything else. I sat down and filled out my paperwork. Dr. T came to the door while I was writing.
“Good afternoon, Dr. T,” I said, handing him the clipboard.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Terrell.” He extended his hand and then motioned for me to follow him.
I walked in and before I sat down in my usual spot, I adjusted the chairs. Dr. T never said anything about my idiosyncrasy. He knew that everyone had a mode of behavior or way of thought that seemed peculiar to everyone except that individual. I liked Dr. T. He was a simple man. He kept his office the same exact way. I don’t know if it was to give a sense of normalcy or if he just hated change. I could tell that he liked having everything re
