“Is Dr. Franquemont there?” he asked.
I said she was not.
“No,” he replied, “DOCTOR Franquemont.”
(1/3)
He repeated himself. My father was home, listening, and grinning at me, as I reiterated she wasn’t home, and asked if he’d like to speak to Mr. Franquemont.
“No,” he said again, “Dr. Franquemont.” (2/3)
This was 30 years ago. And it’s the same today. Read this thread. (3/3)