Chapter 22

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I went to the pool for a swim. I walked the dogs. I went out to Subway for dinner. I paced the floor. I checked my watch every five minutes or less. Finally at half past seven, I heard his truck pull into the drive.

I ran out the front door. “Well?”

He looked exhausted. “Won’t know for two weeks. But I think I did well.”

When we went inside, I asked him about the exam and he launched into a blow-by-blow detail of every question.

“I should have studied those articles on Equine Protozoan Myelitis more carefully. There was a question about newly discovered treatments. I may have blown that one. But I know I nailed the one about Hyperkalemic Periodic Paralysis.” He went on and on, sometimes pacing the floor, sometimes sitting and intently staring at the wall.