FLIGHT OF THE ASKALAPHOS
The phone rang just as he had slipped into his coat, about to leave the office for the day. He was already running late and had sent the receptionist home half an hour ago. For a second he argued with himself whether to pick up the phone or not, but eventually he walked back to the desk and reached for the receiver. After all, it could be an emergency.
"Doctor Edmond Freemont speaking?"
"Good evening, Doctor Freemont. I am sorry for calling this late but I really need your help."
He blinked a couple of times, not believing his hears.
"Shelly? Is that Shelly Nettlesworth?"
The line was quiet for a few seconds and he already feared she had hung up, but after after a moment she spoke again.
"Yes, doctor, it's me. If it's inconvenient I can call back tomorrow."
He massaged the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses back further up. He and Shelly hadn't spoken ever since she had cleared her office in his practice two years ago