Sex, was Maggot’s theory. Giant pork sword. Emmy said no, it was all the free stuff. This guy was Santa Claus Junior in a Ford Explorer, coming around to throw presents on all the receptions and nurses. Candy for the fat ones, coupons for Hair Affair if they were on diets. It was like Kent had spy elves telling him what they’d all want. The doctors got actual free vacations to Hawaii and such. Golf trips. “Mother H. Fuck,” said Maggot. “Get me Hawaii.” “You have to be a doctor or nurse practitioner. It’s your prize for prescribing his pills.”
