Dr. Wall entered the office behind the nurses’ station and saw a troubled Doris at the fifth-floor window overlooking the doctors’ parking lot.
“Looking for the guy who dinged my car?” he asked. “Not especially, but I think we may have a problem.” “We?”
“I sort of set Shelly up.” “Set her up?”
“With Nick Harris.”
“Good Lord! Are you joking? That man is a playboy. You’re playing matchmaker with a pack of matches.” He grunted and joined Doris at the window.
“Look, he’s not what you think. Anymore, at least. I had talked to his mom about him and there are things that make him perfect for Shelly. We treated his brother the same time we treated Shelly, you know.”
“I know that. But Shelly doesn’t.”
“Those kids are perfect for each other. I can feel it.” “I told her Chucky went home,” he said to Doris. “You what?”
“When I was pushing her in the hallway one day, she asked
about Chucky, and I told her he went home.”