Chapter 77

The urology consultant had the bedside manor of a lump of wood. Cold didn’t even come close. Trevor satnervously in a chair, Paul sending him reassuring glances as Mr Barraclough read medical notes, examined ultrasound films, at no time looking up, speaking to or even acknowledging that Trevor was present.

After scribbling something down, Mr Barraclough capped his fountain pen and looked up. “Are you sexually active, Mr Pierson?”

“Why, you interested in a quickie?” The remark left Trevor’s lips before he could stop it.

The balding, slightly overweight doctor’s eyebrows shot up so high Trevor thought they’d go all the way to the top of his head.

“Trevor, behave,” Paul said softly.

Still bristling at the doctor’s unexpected question, Trevor said, “No, doctor, I’m not sexually active.”

The guy looked at Trevor, then Paul with a disbelieving expression on his face. “Go into the next room,please, and strip off below the waist.”