Each time, he said it as though my gray hair had erased my name.
I folded my hands over the floral purse in my lap.
He’d called me that four times.
« What test showed that? »
Kyle’s smile slipped.
« The diagnostic process is complicated. »
« Then explain it. »
A woman across the waiting room lowered her magazine slightly.
« Then explain it. »
Kyle glanced at her before turning back to me.