“Everything looks good, Cynthia. When you sleep at night try not to lie on one side for too long a period of time until at least a month. I don’t want the gluteal implants to shift. They’ll be stable in three more weeks.”
“You did a great job, Doc. When can I have sex?”
Joan covered a smile with her hand.
“You should take it easy until everything is healed.”
“Okay. You’re the boss. I have to tell you I been getting’ calls for dates. I guess I can keep my clothes on for a few more weeks.”
Bounty came back into the waiting room. Tilden was talking to Reverend Chance and Frankie was looking at the magazine rack for something to read. They were all standing. Frankie stared at Cynthia Bounty as she sashayed up to the coat rack. She looked at Tilden.
“Boy, the doc did a great job on you too. You saved the nose for last, huh. I don’t know, you know. I would have done my face first if I had a nose like yours.” She caught Frankie staring. “Hey there kiddo, what you think? Did he do a good job on me or what?”
Frankie’s mouth dropped open as Bounty gave a chest and hip pose. “I…I…I...um yeah…a good job.”
Bounty put on her coat and looked back at Chance. “Hey, father, I figure in about three-months I’ll be needin’ you. You know, for a wedding. You got a card or somethin’?”
Chance fumbled through his wallet and gave her his card.
“Great. See you all sometime.”
Collins came out into the waiting room. “Oh great you’re all here. Did you and Reverend Chance talk about Sunday?”
Tilden looked at the closing door as Bounty disappeared. “It’s settled, Matt. You have an encore performance.” She looked at the closed door again. “Who or what was that person?”
“A satisfied patient. Why?”
“She flaunted her new female parts at Frankie.”
Collins laughed. “I can’t discuss my patients–privileged information remember.”
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