Judge Ellis banged the desk with his fist. “Thunderation, man! Then why did your father go to Jordan in the first place? What in heaven’s name does a doctor know about the law, anyway?” He sniffed. “You tell your father that Judge Ellis, who is undoubtedly his age or better, tells him to stop being a fool and to listen to what Jordan says!”
Dr. Daley repressed a chuckle. “Thank you, sir,” he said.
“Is that all, young man?” the judge demanded.
Dr. Daley scribbled something on a pad and held it out to Judge Ellis. “I think so, for today.”
The judge stood up and shook hands with the doctor. Then he went out to the corridor and opened the note Dr. Daley had given him.
Your blood pressure is up enough to warrant further laboratory tests. If you will report to the lab, they will make all the arrangements for your convenience. Also, I want you to take off at least twenty pounds. I’m sure Mrs. Ellis can arrange a fat-free and low carbohydrate diet for you. You should adhere to this diet for at least a year. The weight should come off slowly, just as it was put on. If you smoke, do so in moderation.
Judge Ellis scowled and turned menacingly towards the doctor’s office. Then he looked at the note again.
There was a postscript.
Thank you, sir, for the advice about my father. I don’t know why he thinks that just because he is an elderly man and famous in his field, he knows all there is to know about every other profession.
Judge Ellis began to chuckle. His chuckle grew into a full-bodied roar. The girl at the desk looked up, startled.