For Kraft, the thing he wanted most right now was to have a proper talk with his student. But the situation wouldn't let him put it at the top of his schedule, even though Yvonne was sitting in the dining room next door, enjoying an extra-large breakfast to calm her nerves.
First, he needed to inspect the invaders, whose condition left much to be desired; hear a report on the specifics of last night; reassure the shaken David and his patients; and find someone to clean up the traces covering the upstairs walls and floor.
After getting through the initial shock, David said he felt somewhat ashamed of his reaction last night. He thought he should have stood his ground more firmly, as befitted the owner of the clinic, rather than stuffing himself into a wardrobe like a suckling pig that had walked into an oven of its own accord—that was how he put it.
But the courage and bravado that came after the fact couldn't stop his hands from trembling around his cup of hot tea. An ordinary doctor whose life had been far removed from such violent confrontations, he still had pale lips, as though some of the blood in the hallway had been drained from him.
The professor offered David a few words of comfort and told him he'd done exactly the right thing. In any case, a living person in a closet was better than a dead one anywhere else.
As for the dead, they were all temporarily laid out in the backyard. The nearby coffin shop ought to thank them for coming to its aid in a time of need. After all, its sales had taken a bit of a downturn since a certain someone arrived.
Come to think of it, would Green reimburse the