Midnight Pearls BlueDr. Lew peers closely at me, having just hit a power switch. It bothers him to have me observe too much of the time. Then he walks away, back to his desk, where he falls into his swivel chair. It rolls backward slightly on little wheels, squeaking.
“How did I do?” I ask him.
Dr. Lew leans back and smiles at me. His hair is black, but thinning on top, over a full, friendly face with a long jaw line. He tends to be chubby, but I think I see the grace of a former athlete in his decisive movements. I don’t know why he wears sweaters all the time. If given the chance, I would want to say I look like him, except for the sweaters.
“How did I do?” I ask him again.
Dr. Lew smiles and shakes his head in mild annoyance. “I keep telling you over and over—I’m not testing you. I’
