Keeping Score
“Evans?”“It’s Devry-Evans. How can I help you?” Marilyn paused in the Kings County Medical Samaritan Hospital’s parking lot Monday morning. She gave the stranger in front of her a visual once-over. Average height, average weight. A drinker with poor eating habits and a vitamin B deficiency. He wasn’t one of her patients’ husbands and he didn’t seem in need of medical attention.The middle-aged man pulled a business card from the right inside pocket of his brown sports coat. “Kirk West with the Ne...w York Horn. Can I ask you a couple of questions?”Marilyn stiffened. She spied the notepad and pen in his hands. “No, you may not.” She turned from him and continued across the parking lot toward the hospital. She never wanted to see another reporter—especially one from the Horn—ever again.The reporter kept pace with her. “Dr. Evans—”“It’s Dr. Devry-Evans. If you’re going to stalk me, at least get my name right.” A quick glance at her watch showed it was seven-fifty in the morning.MoreLess
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