Oh, hi there. Excuse me for putting all this stuff out on my porch, but you see, everything got just plumb soaked the other night.
You see, it wasn’t even me that left it open. In fact, I wasn’t here at all, but I was stuck at dinner thanks to this storm. Well, wouldn’t you know it, that would be the one night that major crime would be happening right here in Walnut Grove?
Now, I know Charles thought he was doing the right thing. And I mean, for the most part he was–Laura was supposed to get a doctor and not tell anyone, and since I wasn’t around of course he’d have to pretend to be a doctor. And let’s face it, it’s not the first time Charles has had to step up to the plate for me. But anyway, I’m not mad that he broke into my office and stole my bag. In fact, I’m kind of glad. But you see, after he broke in and stole my bag, he and Laura just ran out and left the door wide open.
You mean to tell me it didn’t occur to either of them to simply close the door before they ran off? Two people using a door and neither one of them thinks of it?
You see, doors work a specific way–when you open the door, you need to close the door. Sure, there might be times when it wouldn’t be as big of a deal, but even if it hadn’t been storming something fierce he’s just leaving my door open so any old, oh let’s say addict, could just walk right in and take some, oh let’s say…morphine? These drugs aren’t free, and we all know that all the pie in the world isn’t going to pay for more.
I said it would be a long time before I made a house call again, but unfortunately all I’ll be making for a few days is house calls since my office got totally soaked. Two seconds, Charles. If you had taken just two seconds.
Well, at least it’s a good excuse to clean this office out. I really need to get better about throwing out these apples before they rot.
Doc Baker
Walnut Grove, Minn.
