"A woman doctor?" There is astonishment in my voice, no matter how hard I try to hide it. "I don't think I've ever met a woman doctor before."
Dr. Samantha Tully smiled slightly and took a seat opposite me. She was an attractive woman, slim and dark-haired.
"Tell me," I say, shifting in my seat. "How hard was it to battle it out with all those men in medical school? This is 1939, after all. I can imagine the hurdles you had to jump through to get that fancy white coat."
"We aren't here to talk about me, Ms. Malloy," says Tully, fixing her brown eyes on me. "We are here to talk about you."
"But of course." I cross my legs and take out a cigarette. I light it and offer one to the Good Doctor.
"No thank you," she says.
"Ha! No one smokes anymore," I chuckle. "It's depressing."
"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way." -Charles Bukowski
"And by the way, dearie, your punctuation sucks canal water!" -The ghost of Vivian Vance