“Why are you always so damn perky?!???” She scowled at me, a used tissue clutched tightly in her fist.
“It’s an act.” I shrugged.
“An act?” She looked taken aback.
“Exactly. I play a role when I am here. Who wants to pay to hear about their doctor’s problems? So I smile and I fake it.” I smiled a perky smile at her. “Your cough started on Tuesday, you say?”