I straightened and tugged my collar a little higher. I, uh, was carrying some charts and one slipped. Was I a pathetic liar, or what?
Michelle laughed. Reminds me of high school. We used to put Band-Aids over hickeys. As if everyone didnt know what was under there. She picked up the blood-draw tray and turned to leave, but paused in the doorway. Youd better watch those paper cuts, Phoebe. A girl cant be too careful, you know.
She giggled and left the room. I sagged against the counter. Great. Now the whole office would think Id been up to something. If only I had been up to something. At least Id have great memories to go along with the hickey.
The staccato tap of high heels on linoleum announced Joan Lees approach. What are you doing hiding in here? she asked. She peered closer. What is that on your neck?
Vampire. Met him in the park last night. Im thinking maybe I ought to go home in case I suddenly develop a desire to start biting people.
Joan frowned. There are no such things as vampires. Besides, you cant go home. Dr. Patterson wants to see you.
Speaking of bloodsuckers
Joan frowned. Hes in his office. Dont keep him waiting. He has patients to see.
When Joan heard humor was contagious, she was the first in line to be immunized against it.
3
Albert grinned at me from his usual post. Someone had crowned him with a Houston Astros ball cap. Orange is not your color, I told him. It does nothing for your complexion.
Good afternoon, Phoebe. Dr. Patterson looked up from a patient chart. Did you have a pleasant lunch? He frowned. Whats wrong with your neck?
Youre whats wrong with it. I glared at him. When you groped me earlier, you gave me a hickey.
He blinked, his expression bland. Obviously, youre delusional. He consulted the papers in his hand, suddenly all business. Id like you to help me with some research Im doing for my upcoming presentation at the annual Texas Medical Association conference. Its a tremendous honor to be selected and my presentation must be perfect.
Right. This was all about him. What else was new? Im a transcriptionist, I said, trying to match his chilly demeanor. I dont see how I could help
Id ask the receptionist to take care of it, but until we hire a new one, that position is vacant and I cant wait to prepare this presentation. He handed
me a sheet torn from a yellow legal pad. Besides, youre not busy right now, not with the new transcription system being installed. All you have to do is conduct a Web search for the topics listed here.
I frowned at the list of medical terms on the paper. Im not sure what these mean.
Youre welcome to use my reference books to look up anything you need. He nodded toward an oak bookcase against the far wall. And Ill be happy to assist you when I have the time. His smile was just short of a leer.
I folded the sheet of paper. Would this assignment involve working late? With you?
He moved toward me. I promise youll be rewarded.
I prepared to dodge out of the way when Joan Lee appeared in the doorway, trailed by a drug pusher in a gray suit. You hang around doctors offices long enough, you can spot these guys and gals. Expensive suits, perfectly styled hair, imported sports carseverything about them screams big bucks, including their perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth. Those teeth were always on display as they grinned and glad-handed their way through the office. They passed out pens and sticky notes like candy. Sometimes they even passed out candy. At Christmas, they brought elaborate gift baskets, which the doctor usually kept for himself.
I didnt intend to let this interruption derail our discussion. With any luck, the pusher would be in and out in a few minutes and I could tell Patterson exactly what he could do with his little extra project.
I drifted to the bookcase and pretended to be interested in the Merck Manual.
I brought those samples you asked about, doc. The salesmans voice boomed through the office as he opened his sample case.
Patterson glanced at me, but I kept turning pages in the big green book, feigning avid interest in a description of contact dermatitis.
Great, Jerry. Thanks a lot.
Jerry pulled out a cardboard tray of little boxes. Each bottle would contain a few pills of medication, meant to be handed out as samples to patients, who would then be convinced enough of the drugs benefits to opt for a full prescription. Everything they say about this stuff is true, Jerry gushed. Itll sure put pep in your pecker.
By now I had a pretty good idea of what drug Jerry was peddling. Sure enough, every box in that tray was emblazoned with the familiar blue tablet and a capital V.
To my secret delight, a stain of red crept up the back of Pattersons neck. He hastily shoved the samples in his desk and ushered Jerry from the room.
As soon as they were gone, I replaced the Merck on the shelf and rushed to the desk. I opened the drawer and took out the tray of little boxes. Sure enough, it was Viagra. As if the doc needed any more pep in his pecker.