Zero-G
“His casual thanks-for-stopping-by-for-coffee pose didn’t fool Tuck.
“And what about Gary? Is he still plunging headlong into adolescence?” Bob’s voice reminded Tuck of a radio DJ: deep, smooth, silky. It didn’t fit the fifty-five-year-old medical man.
“Yup. He had a birthday yesterday.” Abruptly, Tuck changed the subject. “Bob, let’s bottom line this.” Tuck spread his legs and leaned forward, not feeling as confident as his pose suggested. “What did the shrink say?”
Bob leaned over his desk, opening a colored folder to scan the pages inside.
“I’m assuming you’ve already read that, Bob. Just say it.”
“Most indicators are good, Tuck. Dr. Bennack states that you’ve shown the proper journey through grief. Your emotional state is stable and your social interaction indicates good mental healing.”
“You’re dumbing this down for me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I am. The fancy terms won’t mean much to you.”
“So if I’m doing so well, then what’s stuck in your craw?”
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