Miss Virginia Parker, his neighbor, at that time was sweeping the leaves of the orange tree scattered on the platform and when she noticed it, she continued on her business, looking at him sideways. The doctor was still wearing his pajamas under a burgundy bathrobe and almost, against her will, greeted the old woman affectionately. "Good morning, Miss Parker," she said. "Good morning," the old woman replied reluctantly and asked, "Are you okay, doctor?" -Very good, Miss Parker; and you? -Here I am, fucked up and poor as you see me. Miss Parker was a tall, grumpy-faced lady in her eighties. Despite her distinguished airs, she could well be compared to the hideous witch from horror tales. She had a row of small, dirty teeth; worn out by the nicotine from so much smoking. She had no other hobby than watching cowboy movies on an old twenty-four-inch black and white television. Her musical tastes were spot on: country music, polkas, and Viennese waltzes. In the neighborhood it was rumored
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