[She nodded and kept on stirring and plugged the waffle iron back in.] I insist. And it's not any trouble at all.
[She listened as he told his story. It was interesting hearing other people talk about their lives, sitting around a table, the heat seeping through the walls, the smell of fried food, she almost felt like she was back in familiar turf. Almost. She didn't press him about his illness, but her curious mind wanted to. She hoped that her answer to his next question explained her curious look away, in case he thought she was rude. She hoped. She poured the batter with a sizzle onto the waffle iron and closed it, the sweet smell carrying almost immediately.]
I'm an OB/GYN, I work at Planned Parenthood in the Bronx, Queens, and also at the Brooklyn Free Clinic. But when my patients are in labor I go where they go. I'm authorized at most public and private hospitals in the boroughs.