“Oh, um, yes. Give me one minute.”
She scurries away through one of the rooms to the back.
“Why don’t you go have a seat? This shouldn’t take long,” I tell Arthur.
He nods his head then goes to sit between two people waiting, who both have dogs that instantly want Arthur’s attention.
“Hello Dr. Walker, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”
A short older woman who looks to be in her mid-fifties walks up to me, her hand extended. I shake her hand.
“Dr. Madris, yes it is.”
Our hands drop and she turns back to where she came.
“Follow me to the back. I will show you your office, give you a tour and some general info that I may not have mentioned yet.”
“Sounds great.”
I turn to look at Arthur, who is petting the dogs at his feet.
“Do you wanna stay out here, Arthur, or do you want to come with me?”
One of the dogs jumps onto his lap and licks his face.
“I wanna stay out here.”
“I’ll watch him Dr. Walker,” the woman at the front counter says with a big smile.
“Thank you.” I glance at her name tag. “Alexis. He shouldn’t give you any trouble.”
“No problem.”
I follow behind Dr. Madris. She gives me a tour of the whole building, inside and out. All the while telling me about the people who work here already, outside vendors, and what her patients have come to expect during a visit. It all seems pretty cut and dry. This should be an easy transition.
“Thank you for your time. I can’t wait to start Monday morning. And if there is ever anything you need from me, please don’t hesitate.”
“Same for you, doctor,” Dr. Madris replies.
I walk back to the waiting room and thank Alexis for keeping an eye on Arthur for me. Then he and I head to the grocery store to fill our new kitchen with all the good food!
Chapter Six
Lily
Idecidedoncomfyblack joggers and a green shirt that says guess what with an arrow pointing to a chicken butt. I laugh every time pull it out of my closet to wear it. I put my hair into a high ponytail, add some mascara and lip gloss and I am ready to go. No point in getting all dressed up for a sports date.
When the doorbell rings, I slip my flats on quickly, grab my purse and answer the door. Vance’s eyes light up when I open the door. He had much of the same idea. Black sweatpants and a heathered blue t-shirt.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
I turn the knob and lock it before shutting the door and following him to his truck. The bowling alley is only five minutes from my house, so at least we won’t have awkward silence or small talk too long.
“How was the rest of your week?” he asks me.
“Not bad. We stayed pretty busy.”