They Thought I Had a “Little Medical Job”—Until My Name on the Hospital Wing Came Up at Dinner

so busy with her patients. We’re just lucky she could join us.”

Little doctor. The phrase settled over me like dust.

“How is the hospital, dear?” Aunt Patricia asked with the vague interest of someone making conversation. “You’re still doing the children’s thing?”

“Pediatric surgery,” I replied, automatically smoothing my napkin. “Yes.”

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