Crystal looked at his glistened eyes.
"Please just sit, I .." Dr. Sinclair wiped his glasses and looked at the white statue in the corner.
"Look over there, it is funny." He said,
Time sir time, please get to the topic, what is wrong with people on this earth. Crystal thought to herself.
"It was one of the jokes my wife would tell me. I found it funny, it is not funny anymore." he laughed.
"It is just the way she said it," he continued.
"I am sorry for your loss, Dr. Sinclair." Crystal said, a little agitated.
"I am sorry, sorry I just got a little carried away. I am just a drug person, I don't really know how to react to situations such as these."
"That is fine," Crystal replied nonchalantly. "How about I see you some other day? I hope that is fine."
"Oh, please, please no. Just sit and ask your questions right away." Dr. Sinclair, now determined, his voice more energising.
"Are you sure?" Crystal said.
