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Sublevel one:
Dr. Johnson entered the elevator and selected the tenth floor.
“Hold the door.” Dr. Metcalf’s voice echoed. He scrambled in. “Thanks.” He pressed twelve.
The car stopped at the lobby. Dr. Ebstein sipped his coffee as he stepped in. “Are we still on for Friday’s tee time, Bill?” He pushed his button.
“Absolutely,” Dr. Johnson responded. “Penny bought me that new putter.”
Dr. Ebstein chortled. “Willing to wager lobster at Kirkland’s?”
“You’re on, Ben.”
Dr. Metcalf remained silent.
The door opened and Dr. Ebstein stepped out.
“If I have to buy that man another dinner my wife will kill me.” Dr. Johnson laughed. “Are you new around here?”
“I’m Jack … Jack Metcalf.”
Bill shook the younger doctor’s hand. “You’re the one working with the distinguished Dr. Feinberg now.” The car stopped at the tenth floor. “Tell Rob I said hi.” He disembarked.
Dr. Metcalf adjusted his tie and exited on the twelfth floor.
Sublevel five:
Melody tucked her cell phone into her purse and stepped into the elevator. She hummed as she selected her destination.
The doors opened on sublevel three. Jimmy bolted into the car with a shriek.
Melody flinched.
Jan and Susan followed the young child. “Dr. Ebstein comes highly recommended.” Susan pressed the proper button.
Jimmy bounced and screeched as the elevator moved.
“Now stop that.” Susan grabbed the youngster’s arms.
“He’s just nervous, Mom,” Jan said.
“He’s cute.” Melody smiled. “How old is he?”
“Three,” Jan replied. “He’ll be four in …”
“This is our floor.” Susan interrupted.
The group walked onto the fifth floor.
“Wow,” Melody said after the doors closed. She resumed her humming until she stepped out on the tenth floor.
Sublevel five:
Jennifer pushed the button for the twelfth floor and leaned against the wall. She mumbled a prayer as she stared at the panel.
The car stopped in the lobby. Johnnie pulled a dolly with several boxes into the elevator. He reached over and made his selection.
The door opened to the third floor. The man whistled as he pushed the packages out.
Jennifer stood in silence until she reached her destination. She took a deep breath and stepped out.
Tenth Floor:
Melody stepped into the car. “I’m finally pregnant,” she squealed with delight. She chose her floor.
The doors opened. The deliveryman pulled his empty dolly inside. “Such a wonderful day.”
The young lady beamed. “Yes it is … I’m pregnant.”
“For reals?” The man’s face lit up. He pulled a lollipop from his shirt pocket. “Sorry it ain’t much … but you just made my day a little brighter.”
Melody grabbed the sucker and smiled.
The door opened into the lobby. “Hope you have a blessed day.” He stepped out.
The car descended into the parking structure and the door opened. Melody twirled the candy in her hand and exited.
Twelfth floor:
Jennifer clutched a tissue as she stepped through the door. “What am I gon’a do?” Her trembling hand selected her sublevel. “Lord, please.” She dabbed her eyes. “It can’t be cancer.”
The car stopped at the fifth floor.
“This is outrageous.” Susan stormed in and selected her floor.
Jan held her son’s hand. “You’re not making this any easier.”
Jimmy bounced as the elevator descended.
“My grandchild is not autistic,” Susan huffed. “Something like this could ruin our lives.”
“Mom … please.”
Jennifer turned away.
“We’ll find a specialist.” She grabbed the child’s hand as the door opened. They walked into the parking area.
The elevator continued to the lower levels.
Jennifer sobbed. “I don’t want to die.” She dried her eyes again and stepped out.
Twelfth floor:
Dr. Metcalf entered the car. He paused as he loosened his tie, then pushed the button.
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor; Dr. Johnson stepped in. “How was your day … Jack, isn’t it?”
“Long day,” Dr. Metcalf replied. “Do you ever get used to it? Giving people bad news.”
Dr. Johnson shook his head. “No … Not really.”
“How do you cope with it?”
The older doctor removed his tie. “I pray a lot.”
“Praying?” Dr. Metcalf gave an inquisitive glance. “Does that make you feel better?”
“Not always.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “But I find strength in God, and that helps me in many ways.” He handed the card to Jack. “If you ever want to talk … about anything, give me a call.”
Dr. Metcalf took the card. “Thanks.”
The two stepped out onto the parking level.
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