The doctor came to visit his old friend again as he pledged. He lugged more than usual though, a shoulder bag in particularly. He looked like a mail man delivering letters or packages. For what was inside it was uncertain, but it was surely heavy.
Once again he came in willingly without further warning. Hopefully she was free today and that her kids were open to share their time with him. They must’ve grown more since he last saw them and he couldn’t wait.
A few knocks lingered near the doorway, “hallo? Ivis? It ist I, Alfons.” Again, knocks resumed once more, but a little distinct than the last, “hallo? Anyvone zhere…?”