Page 31 of Prognosis Irreconcilable Differences

He sighed. He really didn’t have time to play games with her. They were very late for lunch, and there was an important meeting scheduled for this afternoon.

‘You were great today. You were your old self. For the first time since I’ve been back.’

He was still staring at her with a vacant expression, and she could tell the cogs of his brain were already spinning on to the next thing.

‘Look at you, Nate, in these pictures. You look... giddy.’

She pointed to one where an older baby in a pink dress and a bow in her hair was reaching out for his face. He was looking at her with such wonder — as if she’d just told him the secret of life.

Nathan looked at the picture. Looked at all the photos surrounding it. They’d been fun times. There just wasn’t time to fit it all in any more.

He looked at his watch. They really needed to get to the restaurant. ‘What’s your point?’

‘Oh, Nate, isn’t it obvious? That nagging feeling you talked about at lunch the other day? It’s medicine.’

How could he look at these pictures and not see that?

‘Look.’ She pointed to the pictures. ‘It’s obvious in every one of them. And just now with Sonya. This is your calling. You want to know what’s missing in your life?’ She crossed the small distance between them, picked up his stethoscope and draped it gently around his neck. ‘Go be a doctor again.’

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