“Eh…do you mean menopause?”
“Yes! That’s it! She must be at menopause,” Dike responded.
“Or you have infected her with HIV.” I wanted to snap at him.
He must know! Why was he pretending? How long was he going to keep up the charade?
I controlled my thoughts and tried to keep a straight face.
“So what exactly do you want me to tell your husband?,” I asked turning to Nma.
“The whole truth,” Nma shrugged, throwing her arms into the air.
She looked like a lost child rather than a capable middle aged woman. She looked like she could do with a cuddle, as though she was on the verge of bursting into tears. I looked at Dike. He frowned and looked away.
I glanced down at my watch. We were already six minutes into the
consultation. I had no time for drama.
My next patient was waiting already and I must conclude and ensure Nma and her husband were out of my consulting room in
I took a deep breath and urged myself to speak.
To be continued….
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