She opened the door, walked, and sat down facing the doctor. Between them the table.
“Yes, how can I help you?”
“I have a personal problem, doctor.”
“Personal? A psychologist perhaps?”
“An object has been introduced into my body.”
“What do you mean, swallowed? You should go to a hospital. Urgent!”
She crossed her legs, spread a smile enhanced by her lilac lipstick.
“I prefer a specialist’s.”
“I am an ophthalmologist, madam!”
“Just what I need.”
The doctor straightens his tie and scraps his throat.
“Where is this object, madam?”
“Find it. And tell me if you like it.”
