It was so weird. The phone rang.
“Hello.” No answer. “Hello,” I repeated loudly. Then,
“This is Kamara.” Who was this little girl calling me? I can’t figure it out. Then,
“Oh, my doctor, Kamara Dodd.” Is this too good to be true? I must be dreaming. She called me for the second time since I saw her ten days ago to tell me that my RT3 is high. My new doctor with the small girl voice is the perfect combination of scientist and shaman. I count myself lucky, because even though it has taken eighteen months to find her, I could not find anyone like her in Tucson for twenty years.
See how different it looks when your perspective widens?