Chapter 36: Shadows Over Pizza

Tuesday looked where Declan had just gone, and her dropped jaw still yet to close.

“Did that really just happen?” she asked.

“It did,” Polly said.

“With Declan and the nurses and the doctor and everything?”

“It did.”

“And he was really dressed like that?”

“Indeed,” Polly said, with a grin.

“Wow, I thought I must have been seeing things. Wishful thinking, you know?”

“It is wishful thinking to see Declan dressed as a 1920s golf champion?” Polly asked.

“Except for that, but some information about what was happening from an actual doctor, in a lab coat and everything, was good.”

“Agreed,” Polly said.

“He really is great, isn’t he?” Tuesday asked.

“No argument here,” Polly said, with a grin.

“Right, everything is arranged,” Declan said, strolling back into the waiting room.

“We should probably get back to work,” Polly said.

“Not unless you want to. You've had a rough morning, I would say. It’s fine if you want to take the rest of the day off.”