About three o’clock one afternoon some years ago, I was sitting in my office waiting for a patient to arrive, when the phone rang.
I picked it up and heard the lilting rhythms and characteristic verve of a familiar voice.
“It’s our 20th anniversary,” the voice exclaimed. “Happy anniversary, my dear.”
“And happy anniversary to you,” I replied.
“I could not let this day pass without our speaking,” the man’s voice added. “After all, this is a momentous occasion. Twenty years. It’s been a gas, an absolute ball.”
“How are you?” I asked.
“Me? Oh, you know, still trying to live it up. Still trying to make my life the party I’ve missed all these years. And, you know me, always trying to go first cabin on a third-class ...