The Second Son

[malision]

“Do I need an appointment?”
Dr. Love looked up slowly, squinting nearsightedly through his spectacles.
A young man was standing in the doorway, fidgeting.
   “Why…yes, yes, I’m afraid you do. Why don’t you speak with…Mary, my receptionist. She’s just outside the door there…in fact, that is where she is supposed to be right now, pardon, but…”
The young

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