easy,â I said. âWe want to get there in one piece.â
âSorry, Cliff. Whatâs going to happen next?â
I cleared my throat and unshipped my mobile. âIâm going to pretend to be impotent and youâre going to crack a computer system. Okay?â
13
The clinic was housed in one of those big Paddington terraces in a street that seemed to have speed humps every fifty metres. The house was painted white and its iron lace was black. The fence was in good repair and the narrow front garden was neat. The contrast with my place in Glebe couldnât have been more marked. A discreet brass plaque by the gate indicated professional activities went on here but was vague about the details. Iâd told Geoff how I hoped things would go and what he was to do if they did.
âThatâs illegal,â he said.
âSoâs kidnapping.â
âWe donât know thatâs happened or anything like it.â
âWell, letâs try and find out what
has
happened.â
We mounted the steps to the porch and I pressed the buzzer. The door opened and we went into the standard hallway that had been blocked off before the stairs. The block steered you into the front room where there were chairs, a table with magazines and a receptionist behind a desk. She wore a version of a nurseâs uniform and was middle-aged and comfortable looking.
âCan I help you?â
âMy nameâs Hardy. I rang a little while ago for an appointment.â
âAh, yes, Mr Hardy. And this is â¦?â
âGeoff. My son. Heâs here to lend me moral support. Iâm a bit anxious about this.â
âHow nice,â she said. âThereâs certainly no need to be anxious. If Geoff can just wait here. Iâll get some details from you. I take it youâre in a health fund.â
I said I was and gave her the details.
âFine. Iâll take you through to the patientsâ waiting room and see how long until Dr Pradesh can see you.â
I nodded to Geoff and let her lead me away, moving as slowly as I could. We went through a passage that had been created by partitions to a small room at the back of the house, one of three. There had been a lot of dividing of space back here.
âPlease wait here, Mr Hardy. Iâll have to ask you not to leave the room until you are called for.â
âWhyâs that?â
âOur patients demand and expect privacy. Iâm sure you understand.â
âOf course.â I tried to look as if Iâd be worried that someone would see me there. Come to think of it, if I was impotent, I would be.
I delayed her for as long as I could with a few questions but she was obviously keen to get back to her station. The magazines were soft-core pornography and there was a stack of videos of the same kind on a shelf. Good healthy in-out, in-out stuff. I leafed through, admiring the supple bodies and feeling distinct stirrings. I had an image of Annette doing it in her brideâs outfit with a man in a dinner jacket. I was smiling when the doctor opened the door.
âMr Hardy? Would you come this way, please.â He was Indian or Pakistani; small, neat, with a winning smile. We went into his surgery and assumed the traditional posturesâhim behind his desk, me in front. Doctor and patient, god and non-god.
âYou are having trouble with your erections? Is that achieving or sustaining?â
âBoth.â
âI see.â He made a note. âOtherwise you are in good health? You look fit.â
âFit enough,â I said. âIâve got a touch of sugar. Controlled by diet.â
Another note. âHeart? Kidneys?â
âRecently checked and okay.â
âDo you smoke?â
I shook my head.
âDrink?â
âModerately,â I said, giving myself a fair bit of latitude.
He took down the details of my age, medical history and occupation which I gave as
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