“Who’s this?” she said.
“My son,” I said, and got a kick out of the surprised look on her face.
“Jamie, this is my secretary. Her name is Mrs. Lindquest.”
“Hello,” he said, and he extended his hand.
She took his hand and said, “Hello, Jamie. I’m very pleased to meet you, and I have a lot of questions for your daddy.”
“Later, I said. What do we do now?”
“One minute,” she said. She left the room and returned a minute or so later with a matronly looking woman, whom she introduced as Mrs. Sanders.
I was given a form on a clipboard, and I filled it out and handed it back to the woman. She glanced at it and said, “That’s all I need.”
Then she looked at Jamie, and said, “Hi, Jamie, I’m Mrs. Sanders.”
They went through the ritual, and she led him to an inner door.
“See you later, kiddo,” I said. “Oops, Mrs. Sanders, here’s Jamie’s lunch.”