“How long has this been going on?” Cantor asked.
“Probably the whole time I’ve been here,” Angela said, intending to elaborate, but Cantor interrupted her.
“Probably?” he questioned with raised eyebrows. “You mean you’re not sure?”
“It wasn’t apparent initially,” Angela explained. “At first I just thought he was acting like a particularly enthusiastic mentor, almost parental.” She then went on to describe what had happened from the beginning; how it started as a problem of boundaries. “He always took advantage of opportunities to be close to me and touch me seemingly innocently,” Angela explained. “He also insisted on confiding in me about personal family issues that I felt were inappropriate.”
“This behavior you are describing can all be within the framework of friendship and the role of the mentor,” Cantor said.
“I agree,” Angela said. “That’s why I allowed it to go on. The problem is that it has progressed.”
“You mean it has changed?” Cantor asked.
“Most definitely,” Angela said. “Quite recently.” She then described the hand-on-the-thigh incident, feeling strangely embarrassed as she did so. She mentioned the hand brushing her backside and Wadley’s sudden use of the appellation “honey.”
“I personally don’t see anything wrong with the word ‘honey,’ ” Cantor said. “I use it all the time with my girls here in the Imaging Center.”
Angela could only stare at the man while she wondered how the women in the Center felt about his behavior. Clearly she was in the wrong place. She couldn’t begin to expect a fair hearing from a doctor whose views on women were probably more archaic than Wadley’s. Nonetheless, she figured she should finish what she started, so she described the most recent incident: Wadley’s pulling her onto his lap to announce their trip to Miami.
“I don’t know what to say about all this,” Cantor said once she finished. “Has Dr. Wadley ever implied that your job depends on sexual favors?”
Inwardly Angela groaned, fearing that Cantor’s comprehension of sexual harassment was limited to the most overt circumstances. “No,” she said. “Dr. Wadley has never intimated anything like that. But I find his unwanted familiarity extremely upsetting. It goes way beyond the bounds of friendship or a professional relationship, or even mutual respect. It makes working very difficult.”
“Maybe you’re overreacting. Wadley is just an expressive guy. You yourself said he’s enthusiastic.” When Cantor saw the look on Angela’s face he added, “Well, it’s a possibility.”
Angela stood up. She forced herself to thank him for his time.
“Not at all,” Cantor said as he pushed himself upright. “Keep me informed, young lady. Meanwhile, I promise I’ll talk with Dr. Wadley as soon as I have an opportunity.”
Angela nodded at this final offer and walked out. As she returned to her office, she couldn’t help but feel that turning to Cantor wasn’t going to help matters any. If anything, it was only going to make the situation worse.
Throughout the afternoon David had dashed over to check on John Tarlow every chance he had. Unfortunately, John hadn’t improved. At the same time he hadn’t deteriorated since David had made sure his IV’s had kept up with his fluid loss from his vomiting and diarrhea. As David entered his room late in the afternoon for his final visit of the day, he hoped he would at least find John’s mental status improved. But it wasn’t. John was as listless as he’d been that morning, perhaps even a degree more so. When pressed, John could still say his name, and he knew he was in the hospital, but as to the month or the year, he had no clue.
Back at the nurses’ station David went over the laboratory and diagnostic results that he had available, most of which were normal. The blood count done that day showed some decrease in John’s white count, but in light of John’s leukemic history, David had no idea how to interpret the drop. The preliminary stool culture which was now available was negative for pathological bacteria.
“Please call me if Mr. Tarlow’s temperature goes up or his GI symptoms get worse,” he told the nurses before he left their station.
David and Angela met in the hospital lobby. Together they ran for their car. The weather was getting worse. Not only was it still raining, it had gotten much colder.