Chapter 7
A few weeks after the encounter with my parents, Darren and I were getting ready for bed when I suggested we have dinner somewhere in the city the following night since he didn’t have a game or practice and my appointments for the day would be over by five.
“I can’t,” he said. “I have a dental appointment.”
“With me?” I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen his name on my patient list.
He laughed. “No. With my dentist.”
“What’s his name?”
“Dr. Cooper. James Cooper.”
“I’ve never heard of him. Where’s his office?”
“In Evanston.”
I hesitated before asking Darren why he didn’t come to me for his dental work.
“You don’t take my insurance,” he told me.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“We could work around that.”
“I’m sure we could, but I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve been s
