“Hey, you’re clinical mate!” Pam remarked in her typical simple-hearted tune half way through the conversation. “That’s alright, we can find another time. You treat me though…an expensive one, huh?”
“No problem!... Me
clinical?”
“Ooh!... Yesss! That’s
for sure!” She said as if it was a matter of fact. “By the way, he’s coming too and he said it would be his
memorial service as well, ha…ha…ha… Are you sure you’re not coming this Friday
evening?” She laughed
hysterically.
