Glew then filled out the form and returned it to the receptionist. “The doctor will see you.”
“Shortly?”
The receptionist stared at him.
Glew smirked.
The receptionist said, “He will see you when he sees you. Isn’t that how things worked a few years ago?”
Glew shrugged. “The scenery was better.”
The receptionist typed on his computer. Glew turned. The other patient wore a dress and high heels and held up an issue of Turn His Head magazine over her face. She bobbed her foot up and down and a few times to the right.
I love it when women do that.
So Glew took the seat next to her and said, “Do you come here often?”
The lady glared at Glew over the magazine. He turned away. She dropped the magazine and tapped his shoulder and said, “Hey.”
Glew turned to her and prodded his lip with his finger. “Roberta?”
Roberta stood and held her arms open. Glew hugged her. She said, “Aw, Mr. Glew. How have you been doing?”
Glew resumed his seat. “Not bad. Just hunting down Hookville’s worst, you know.”
“Hhmm. You’re police?”
“No, I actually work.”
Roberta cackled and patted his arm. Glew showed her his badge and said, “Private detective. Didn’t Fairfax mention that to you?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I see how important I am.”
“Oh now. Don’t worry about that. George didn’t talk about anybody. He’s a man of few words.”
“Yes, he is.”
“So I have a tooth back here on this side giving me trouble. I hope it’s not serious.”
“Good luck.”
“And yourself?”
“I’m just in for a check-up, although I have been working out with Fairfax and Krong. It’s a wonder I have any teeth left.”
“He told me all about that guy. He sounds intense.”
“Of course. He told you all about Krong.”
Roberta chuckled. “You are one funny guy. We should have hung out more often.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘no’.”
Her grin faded. “I’m afraid my boyfriend wouldn’t approve. He’s the jealous type. How’s George been doing anyway?”
“He’s staying busy and working at Baget Fab.”
“Good. He needs a job with all that energy he has.”
“He’s dating somebody, too.”
“Really? That’s…wonderful.”
“He’s happy to be moving beyond past mistakes.”
“Right. I can…mistakes?”
“Yeah.”
Roberta tossed the magazine into the next chair and said, “So I’m a mistake?”
“What?”
“He said I was a mistake. He’s happy to be moving beyond me, AKA his mistake. I can’t believe he’d say that.”
Glew said, “Well, I-
The receptionist said, “Roberta? You can go on back now.”
Roberta straightened her dress and said, “Thank you for telling me. George is going to hear from me on this one.” She marched through the door to the exam rooms.
The receptionist “dude” said, “Uh-oh.”
Fairfax & Glew 