“What are your symptoms?” asked Oliver, sticking his head out of the large cardboard box the new refrigerator had come in.
John realized Oliver was apparently using it as a pretend clinic. “I have spots all over my tongue.”
“That’s alarming,” Oliver said severely. “Let me see.”
John stuck out his tongue.
“No spots. You’re imagining them. You are evidently delusional and probably a danger to yourself and others,” was Oliver’s cool assessment.
“Oh,” said John.
“Now: do you know any dead people?”
“I thought this was a clinic.”
“It’s a clinic that solves crimes,” Oliver explained. “Just like home.”
John realized Oliver was apparently using it as a pretend clinic. “I have spots all over my tongue.”
“That’s alarming,” Oliver said severely. “Let me see.”
John stuck out his tongue.
“No spots. You’re imagining them. You are evidently delusional and probably a danger to yourself and others,” was Oliver’s cool assessment.
“Oh,” said John.
“Now: do you know any dead people?”
“I thought this was a clinic.”
“It’s a clinic that solves crimes,” Oliver explained. “Just like home.”