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I saw the full profile of the receptionists breast at the doctors office.
she was on the phone. I think she was relegated to handle new patient calls. She looked rather tired.
Hunched over her breast pressed against the fabric of her dress shirt. I refused to believe I was as fortunate as I was to be seeing what I was seeing and thought that she must be wearing a beige undershirt or something.
But she wasn’t.
Looking up we made eye contact. The look she had on her face was similar to the look my wife gets when she “just wants the day to end”. I wanted to hold her... or at least comfort her by placing my hand on her back.
With a soft sigh from her... I knew she knew.
She made no effort to adjust her shirt.
she was on the phone. I think she was relegated to handle new patient calls. She looked rather tired.
Hunched over her breast pressed against the fabric of her dress shirt. I refused to believe I was as fortunate as I was to be seeing what I was seeing and thought that she must be wearing a beige undershirt or something.
But she wasn’t.
Looking up we made eye contact. The look she had on her face was similar to the look my wife gets when she “just wants the day to end”. I wanted to hold her... or at least comfort her by placing my hand on her back.
With a soft sigh from her... I knew she knew.
She made no effort to adjust her shirt.