“Thanks for asking me to go with you. I’m sorry I was late.” I nodded. “I get it.” He’d told me between acts at the concert that one of his patients had developed a nasty post-op infection, and the call had been a lengthy deliberation between doctors on how to handle it. It really put my annoyance at waiting for him in perspective. I took a long drink of my beer. “I mean, it was literal life and death, right?” “Yeah, but—” “Then I can wait. I’m not that important.” Greg froze mid-sip, and then lowered his bottle. “Don’t say that. Of course, you’re important.”
