Chapter 9
Peter saw the exchange of money and narrowed his eyes at the trio. “If I was a gambling man, I’d wager that you three were betting on when I’d get here. And that the bet was based on my date with Russell last night.” He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “This is a clinic, not a day-care. So, was the bet based on the closest to the mark, or to guess the time I’d show up, bang-on?”
At the end of the day, during the summary meeting, Peter brought up Russell’s situation. Trevor mentioned an oncologist who’d had a cancellation. He’d tentatively booked the spot for Russell. Timing was important to successfully treat cancer.
Bernice grinned. “You’ll have to work your magic by persuasion or other means to get Russell to accept the appointment.” She waggled her eyebrows.