Terri led Kevin into the office and I followed up. It was empty except for the middle aged receptionist who looked up and waved “hi” to Kevin. Then she said, “bring him right into the exam room. The doctor will be there in a second.”
Kevin and Terri went back and I took a seat. Once they were inside the receptionist looked up and said, “Hi, you must be Carrie. I’m Beth. Terri told me what happened. Poor Kevin, he’s such a nice kid. I feel awful for him.”
“I know. We were having such a good time too before he got sick.”
“He’s a trooper though. He’ll be fine. So, Terri tells me you’re spending the summer with Kevin before you go to med school.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said.
“That is great! Hopkins, right? My husband went there. You’re gonna have a rough couple of years, but believe me it’s worth it.”
“Your husband?”
“Oh sorry, I’m Beth Fisher, the doctor’s my husband.”
“Oh cool.”