WONDERS

Short Stories. Photos and pictures. Poems.

Breathing

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“How old do you think the Doctor is?” She asks me.

“Hmm, I never thought about it. I would say,

Young man, mid fifties”

“That’s about right then. I figured so also.”

“Why?”

“In the Fifties my older sister babysat for a family,

The father was a dentist.

They had a little boy named Lee.

I often wondered if that was the same family.”

“Why don’t you ask the Doctor?”

“No, I can’t” She says it,  almost breathless.

“Why not? I think he is approachable.

It might bring up nice memories for him!”

“No, I can’t.” she said.

“You know, doctors only breathe doctors.”

That brings up two questions.

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