established his own international foundation; was the fresh face of enlightened medicine; and in all those years I didnât see my old colleague at all. Nor hear from him, until the invitation arrived to collaborate again, in an unusual but exciting case. Iâd been so glad to get the call. More than Iâd missed Willem, Iâd minded the breach between us, and the operation he described sounded like a healing within a healing, a mending of a rift.
And maybe I should have thought about it more before jumping to agree. And maybe thatâs why I didnât, my fondness for a long-missing friend whose faults and frailties I thought I knew to a T. Sitting at the Faux Henry, I sensed something new about my friend. Or at least, something Iâd never noticed beforeâat the core of his sweetness, a hard, unyielding pit of privilege. That bumbling, boyish smile of his gleamed with new warning: Take a bite out of this bonhomie, and you could break a tooth.
Eleven years. Iâm sure Iâd changed too.
For the moment, he was eager to gab, as long as we gabbed about nothing: museums, plays, concerts, food. Where had I been amusing myself? Where indeed! At any rate, I had something else on my mind.
âYou donât like the facilities?â he responded, baffled. âHave you let Mahlev know?â
âOf course I like them, Will, theyâre top-notch. If anythingââ
âBecause, well, look, why donât we go over there together this week? I told him your needs, that you must be kept completely happy.â
âWillem, itâs not that. What about the patient? When do I meet our mystery man?â
âYou have the profile,â he said. âItâs sufficient, and I can tell you whatever else you need to know.â
âDonât be a putz, Will, câmon.â Heâd dumbfounded me thoroughly. I protested that I didnât care if I was administering Novocain for a root canal, I wanted to see the patient, even if that wasnât how everybody else worked; it was just how I did things, as he well knew. The patientâs anxiety level, for example, was for me alone to judge, in person, and that was just for starters. Iâd want to get a good peek at his jaw too, judge if his chin was prominent or weak. The length of the line from lip to larynx (or, more technically, from chin tip to the edge of the thyroid cartilage) can make a life-and-death difference when you go to stick a tube down someoneâs throat, which is why we anesthesiologists walk through the world compulsively judging everyoneâs thyromental distance. Introduced to a stranger at a party, we donât think,
Soulful eyes
, or
Lovely hair
, we think,
Get a load of that thyromental distance!
And still it was never included on the chart. Hadnât Willem got me here so things would be done right? Ergo, we needed to meet, this man and I. âIt is a him, isnât it?â I said. Iâd studied the sufficient profile and noticed that its sufficiency lacked a basic thing or two, like gender. Like a name.
âPerhaps.â
âWillem, for Chrissakes.â
âLook, Tildeââ
âPlease donât âlookâ me!â
âLook, okay, sorry, I know this may not sound orthodox to a disciple of the great god Maasterlich, but if this werenât an exceptional situation, then youâ
we
âwouldnât be here. The whole thing demands flexibility. No, you canât interview our client, because our clientâs not aroundââ
âMeaning heâs still in Lahore.â
ââright now. What makes you thinkââ
âOh, gee, I donât know. Maybe itâs just not possible to visit France these days without bumping into the crème de la crème of the Pakistani med corps, never mind a Pakistani potentate. Donât screw with me, Willem. I know how to use my feet.â
âI recall,â he spat back.
Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins