"Those deep dimples made shaving pretty hard," he recalled.
"But they're darling! Why did you ever let me change you?"
"Because I wanted you to be happy, sweet."
It was as simple as that—a bit of practical psychology based on knowledge of the patients. Dr. Kalmar wished wistfully that old Dr. Lowell had been there to observe. He would have approved, which might have made up for Dr. Hoyt's unpleasant expression.
"I hope this is the one you want," Dr. Kalmar said as he took them to the front door after the rephysical.
"Goodness, I hope so!" Mrs. Fallon exclaimed. She looked fondly at her husband, and this time had to look up to see his face. "I'm almost positive this is what I want Harry to be."
"Well, if it isn't, sweet," Mr. Fallon said, "we'll try something else. I don't mind as long as it makes you happy."
They closed the door behind them, leaving the hospital empty of all but the small staff.
"They're crazy!" Dr. Hoyt exploded. "He's not the one we should be changing. That idiotic female needs a good Ego Alter!"
"He hasn't asked for it," Dr. Kalmar pointed out patiently.