The Waiting Room

I enter the waiting room. The smell of hot cigarettes gets to me. With the door open, I stand still and hesitate to turn around and wait outside, but I decide to stay. Serves me right for always being early. I slowly enter this small, plain room with its light, sober walls. Two people are already waiting, one on a sofa and the other sitting at a round table, a cane resting on the table next to the…