He sat in the waiting room, knees together, long arms laid across his legs. The nerves radiated off him like sonar even though he was desperately trying to keep it in. The plastic chairs were filling up around him, but everyone seemed to be avoiding the chair next to him as if they could tell.
He lowered his head, the high pitch crying of a baby bouncing around in his ears. A toddler ran passed his feet and around the low brick wall beside him. Someone’s phone started ringing as two old women launched into a full natter. He grabbed his knees and prayed he would be called in soon.
He knew it was too late though.
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