Finally the door opened, and in walked an old, creased doctor.

He was fairly tan, with bushy eyebrows and a practiced smile. He had obviously just been on lunch break, because there was a small mustard stain on his white white doctor’s coat.

“Hello, Jeorjia, how are you today?”

The little girl just stared at the doctor, but replied, “Fine.”

“And you, Mrs. Meslek?”

“Tired,” the mommy sighed wearily. “Yourself?”

“Not bad,” he murmured, looking down at his clipboard. His smile vanished, and he suddenly looked very serious. The little girl knew that this was not good.

“We have your test results, Jeorjia. Mrs. Meslek, you may want to sit down. You too, Jeorjia.”

The mommy sat in a chair while the little girl remained standing. She didn’t need to sit. After all, it was just another test result.