Dr. Willy

"Not exactly," she said in a low voice. "It's just that I have to help my boss build this playground tomorrow, which means my alarm is going off altogether too early for a Saturday, so . . ."

Before she'd even finished talking he had stood up.

"Let's go. You have to get your beauty sleep, though it's clear that you don't need it." She made that gagging face back at him and he laughed. "Too much? Can't you just enjoy the compliment?"

"Thank you, Dr. Mike, you're a sweetheart." She turned to pick up her coat but stopped when she saw him violently shaking his head.

"No Dr. Mike, never Dr. Mike. Dr. Wills, thank you, though most of my younger patients just call me Dr. Willy."

They walked by Josh and Molly on the way to the door, and Stella pulled at his hand.

"What?" He turned and saw her head incline toward them. "Oh, right."

"We're taking off," he said to them. "See you tomorrow."