Chapter 9: Visitation
Rinol stood before the yellow brick structure looking sad. He wore a yellow suit with white loafers. He stalked up the cement steps and pushed into the familiar lobby. Dr. Netcam stood there as usual as if he'd been expecting him.
"Hello, Rinol." Jathe grinned putting out his hand.
"Hello. I'm here for Irenya." He said not shaking the doctor's hand.
"I know that. Is there a reason you don't shake hands?" He asked with a wink.
"I just don't do that. How can you call yourself a doctor when she's the way she is?" Rinol queried not looking directly at Jathe.
"I am a doctor who's a man. I don't confess to be a miracle worker. I like your suit." He finished as Rinol breezed past him without words.
"Hi, Irenya. I'm here to see you. Don't you want to talk to me?" He asked centering yellow daffodils in a vase on a table near her bed.
"Your father is working today. He sent you some candy. I'll just set it with the other things you can look at when you're ready." He said placing a box of chocolates on a nearby table cluttered with candy, dolls, animals, and perfumes.
"We miss you. I'm sure your father has told you." He said taking her hand which did not move to take his. A hand that felt like a doll's lifeless hand in his.
"I'm not the right Irenya." She murmured as he hugged her.
"You are Irenya. Remember the train and your mother? I was the cop who saw you that day. What a pretty child." He mused as she said nothing more as Rinol stood up and sadly, stumbled away.
"He's no witch." She murmured before she found herself animated and moving in their house as a rabbit wearing a watch twitched his nose, checking time.
