He’d just turned to his computer to find a pronunciation guide when the receptionist announced, “Zimreet Garlbrog to see you.” Bless Ms. Roberts; she must have anticipated his confusion.
Dr. Clovis swiveled to face his patient on the couch. His jaw dropped. She was small, grey, with a large head and obsidian eyes. She saw his consternation and sighed. “I know what you’re thinking, Doctor,” she said. “Don’t worry —
“Your practice accepts my insurance.”