By three in the afternoon of the next day, Dr. Telesfore had finished his daily entertainment in the newspaper. He reclined in his red chair, taking his glasses off to put the ear piece in his mouth. He found himself staring at the door, and furrowed his brow.
What am I doing? Am I actually anticipating his arrival?

“Pffft.” He uttered in the midst of silence, but his thoughts got the best of him:
Maybe there’s something to this boy… something that attracts my attention…

Before he could ponder the subject any longer, a modest knock broke the peaceful atmosphere of the room.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and in walked Nathaniel, who’d been escorted by Mary. The doctor smiled at her.
“Thanks, I’ll be sure to bring you some cherry muffins in the morning.”
She giggled and shook her head, closing the door lightly. The doctor turned his gaze toward the boy.
“You have a story for me, I presume?”
Nathaniel’s head teetered between a shake and a nod.
“Well… kind of.”