The Yesterday Doctor
The flat screen above his desk was live.
A mother and daughter leaned toward each other in a breakfast nook, unaware they were observed.
The camera was skillfully hidden. The females did not know cameras peeked into every room.
They were unmistakably mother and daughter, their quick and curious minds animating open, light-filled faces; both with dark copper hair, Robin’s fluffy, Abby’s in a centered French braid.
Abby, in her tidy school uniform, dark blue with red tie, studied her mother. “You hide it well. Not.”
With a saucy lilt, Dr. Robin Snow countered, “I don’t hide.” She made her expensively simple indigo suit look comfortable. “What?”
Lawrence Travalle turned his attention from a laptop on his desk. He increased the volume on the flat screen.
“You’ve dropped your napkin twice. Cut your quiche into 16 isosceles triangles. And forgot to put honey into your tea.”
“You think you’re so smart.” Robin stood and gathered the plates. “Get your book-bag, Miss Isosceles. Your dad’s taking you to school.”
“That’d be Ms. Isosceles,” Abby jumped up, grabbing a last piece of toast. “I am smart.” She hugged her mom. “You’ll get that job, Mom.”
Robin held her close. “Have to skedaddle. This is a day I must not be late.”
A man's voice came over the intercom. “Robin,..
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