Robert is right.
He picked up the phone, and when Robert answered, Doc said, “Robert, I’m sorry to bother you at home. I’m about to leave the office, but I need to thank you for your better than usual help today. I appreciate you.”
Silence.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, Doc. No physician has ever called me like this. I was speechless. Thank you. I’ll help you however I can. I may be fifty-five, but I still love medicine. Let me know what you need.”
“Marry me.” He made himself laugh.
“Not until all of your loans are paid off and you get my wife’s permission in writing. Don’t worry, Mr. Right will come along for you.”
“Thanks again, Robert.”
They ended the call. He rose slowly, feeling older than his thirty years, and visualized heading to the fitness center for a long workout, and then he slapped his forehead and checked the time
Gotta get to the meeting at the coffee shop.