“Doctor Helms, pleasure to meet you,” said the handsome stranger.
His baby blues peered into soul as he closed the exam room door.
“You were probably expecting my father.”
Exactly. I was expecting Old Man Helms to hobble his way in. The same Old Man Helms who delivered me nearly thirty years ago. Instead, I got this guy who looks like fell out of a men’s fitness rag.
“He retired last year, and I took over the practice.”
I nodded thoughtfully while giving him a onceover.
Clearly, I was going to have to get a skin torching sunburn more often.
The Weekday One Hundred 