“Come in, Ryan,” Dr. Peters said, waving in the general direction of his desk.
The director barely looked up as the therapist entered.
“Thank you,” Ryan said.
He waited while his boss continued to study the papers in front of him. Not knowing exactly what to do, he looked around and saw a chair. Not wishing to stand waiting for Peters to acknowledge him, he decided to sit down.
Dr. Peters was bald and, Ryan guessed, around sixty. For a doctor of physical rehab, he didn’t seem to have much respect for his body. His belly hung over his belt and the joke around the clinic was when they thought he would deliver. His tie was always crooked and his shirts always seemed to have the last button above the belt undone revealing a small triangle of hairy stomach. His eyes were small and his ch
