Chris handed it to Sharon. “Shar, take care of that for me, would you? Just call and they’ll send it. I’d like to go with the doctor while he makes those tests.” Chris turned and looked up at the doctor wistfully. “Do you mind?” Klein noted the tightness around her eyes, the look of helplessness, of confusion. He said, “Sure. Sure, I know how you feel. I feel the same way when I talk to mechanics about my car.” Chris stared at him wordlessly.
