doc II

I am working at night. I am physically working, actually doing something besides making paper move from one end of my desk to another. I tuck them in. There is nothing sweeter than a goodnight kiss from an eighty-four year old woman who thinks you are her mother. And Doc, he smiles, a rarity, and laughs to himself and an unseen audience. He says to them "Hey, wouldn't it be great if we could get God and Jesus here? Wouldn't it?" I become the audience, say yes. "Yes, that would be great," I smile back. He looks startled that I am actually there, that he used his outloud voice, that I had heard it. He laughed again, shrugged and said, "Yeah," and was gone again. Back inside.

It is quiet here. And I am back inside.