Chapter 39/56 - At the orthodontistThe car rolls out in front of the practice a few minutes later. However, finding a parking space is not that easy. There are a few parking spaces next to the practice. But someone had the glorious idea of using them as a snow dump. The mounds of hard, old snow and frozen road mud are over three feet high.
No chance to park the car there. However, parking on the street is prohibited. In the end they have no choice but to park the car in the parking lot of a nearby discount store.
"Nervous?" he asks with a smile as they walk the two blocks to the practice. Luckily, the sidewalks are either free of snow and ice, or have been gritted with sand, gravel or salt.
"No, I'm not. I'm very calm." Leonie shakes her head. Then she laughs. "Dad, that's a stupid question, really. I'm so nervous, I'm about to puke!" Then, seeing her father's face, she adds a "Sorry". He doesn't like expletives.
"But why, child? What are you afraid of? What's supposed to happen?"
"Happen? Probably nothing. I already told you: I'm afraid that Dr. Klein will ask me why I haven't been to the doctor for six months. Or that she has more questions of that kind in store." And more quietly: "Or that I get confused and say something I shouldn't say..."
"You mean you could give yourself away?"
"I hope not. But I'm still nervous!"
Leonie doesn't tell her father that she has another reason to be nervous. She knows that Susanne had been in treatment at Dr. Klein. And Susanne had had to wear headgear.
»Could it be that...« Leonie swallows.
»... that I will be prescribed headgear again? Would that be possible?«Leonie hardly dares to take this thought further. At school she had already realized that the chances of this happening were extremely slim. And that she would only be disappointed if she really had gotten her hopes up.
The trouble is: This thought won't leave her alone. Ever since she found out that Susanne had been treated by Dr. Klein, the thought had lingered in the back of her mind. But she better keeps that to herself.
Her father now knows about her braces fetish, but... no, she doesn't want to tell him that after all. The less she thinks about it, the better!
The front door is locked, her father has to ring the bell. Even then it takes a good few seconds before the buzzer sounds and the two can leave the cold behind. It's not much warmer in the stairwell, but at least they're no longer blowing white clouds into the air.
"Elevator or stairs?" asks the father.
"You can take the elevator like an old man." Leonie laughs: "I'll be up there before the elevator doors even open!" The father laughs and accompanies his daughter on the stairs.
Finally, on the fourth floor, they see the sign:
Dr. Isabella Klein
Orthodontist
All insurances companies and private
Consultation hours:
...
Leonie's gaze falls on the sign for just a moment, then she walks on. Suddenly she stops, looks at the sign again and pulls out her smartphone: "Dad, they don't have consultation hours this afternoon!"
"I know, child, I know," replies the father succinctly and opens the practice door. Leonie quickly follows him. She looks around with wide eyes. Her heart is pounding. This is the first time in six months that she is back at the orthodontist!
The practice is modern and brightly furnished. Smooth white walls, smooth white furniture. High gloss paint. Lots of stainless steel, even more glass. Everything is brightly lit without being glaring. Large potted plants break up the
'strict' environment and add just the right amount of color accents to the practice.
On the left is the waiting room, separated from the registration area by a several meter-long glass façade. A gigantic television above the registration area, which is probably used to tell the patients which treatment room they should go to.
In other words: A modern practice in which Leonie could almost feel comfortable. Were it not for one fact, that made her uneasy. Well, even more uneasy than she already is:
The practice is deserted: nobody sits behind the registration. The light is on in the waiting room, but all the chairs are empty. No assistants hurry back and forth. There are no patients sitting on the treatment chairs. The practice is empty.
With one exception: A woman who is probably Dr. Klein, is standing next to the registration. For adult standard, Dr. Klein still quite young. She probably has her PhD not for too long. Susanne had said that she had been with Dr. Klein about five of six years ago... The doctor can't be practicing for much longer than that!
"I hope you didn't have to wait long outside in the cold? I was busy when you rang the bell."
Her father mumbles something noncommittal. The woman comes closer and shakes their hands. "Hello Mr. Waldmann, hello... erm...," the doctor scratched her head in embarrassment.
"Leonie."
"Right, right: Leonie. Or do you prefer
'Ms. Waldmann'?"
Leonie shakes her head: "Uh no... Leonie is just fine. Is it normal around here to be formal with someone my age?"
This makes Dr. Klein and her father look over at her in astonishment. "In school I was also asked whether I prefer to be called by my last name," she then explains. "That never happened to me in Kiel, that's probably why I noticed it."
"I wouldn't say that we're particularly formal around here. But who knows, maybe there really is a north-south divide?" Dr. Klein answers while leading father and daughter into a treatment room:
A treatment chair, behind it a small counter with a computer monitor on it. A small table in the other corner of the room and two chairs around it. Not much else fits in that room. Except for the yucca palm tree in the corner.
"So? What can I do for you?" Dr Klein takes a seat and indicates that Leonie and her father should too. But that creates a small problem: two chairs, three people.
Dr. Klein is sitting in one chair, of course. Leonie has no intention of stealing the other chair from her father. But that means that she herself has to remain standing. Now that's a bit awkward, but there's no other way. She leans against the wall - behind her father's chair.
But that only amazes the adults. "Wouldn't you like to sit down, Leonie?" asks Dr. Klein. "Or do you have a problem sitting down there? Unfortunately, there isn't room for a third chair in the room. Should we switch places?"
"That won't be necessary, Dr. Klein," Leonie's father objects, "I don't think Leonie has a problem. Do you, child?"
As Leonie follows where Dr. Small is pointing, she gets big eyes. Really? The doctor points to the treatment chair. Should she really sit down THERE? Already?
"No, no... no problem," Leonie almost stutters. "I just didn't think..." And then she suddenly understands:
»OH I SEE!« Dr. Klein did not want to imply that her new patient should already hop on and lean back. But that she should just sit on the edge.
She hadn't even considered that. To her, that thing was just a reclining treatment chair where you lie flat on while the doctor works on you. She had never thought of using it as a regular chair. She slowly and carefully sits down on the edge of the treatment chair. That will have to do. But the cushion is more comfortable than it looks. She swallows, her throat dry as dust.
In front of the doctor is a notepad on which she - as Leonie notices - writes down the names of her
'guests'. Then the doctor turns directly to Leonie: "I assume that it's about you?"
Leonie is relieved for a moment that the conversation starts with small talk. Her nervousness settles a bit. But relief quickly gives way to the realization that Dr. Klein and her father are waiting for an answer. Leonie was so counting on her father to take over that his silence completely overwhelms her.
She quickly searches for words: "Um... yes, it's about me. So... my treatment. We... we lived in Kiel until recently. And now we moved here! But of course we can't go back to Kiel, and now we're here!"
Leonie is annoyed with herself. Normally she manages to formulate grammatically correct sentences without any major problems. Why is it so difficult for her to get a full sentence out now? Especially since she had also left huge gaps. She had told the doctor that they cannot go back to Kiel. But why? Leonie had lost no words about that. Great work!
Dr. Klein however seems to have understood enough. Maybe because her father has already discussed the matter with the doctor on the phone?
Then something occurs to her: "We're bothering you after work, don't we?" Leonie asks with red ears.
The doctor shakes her head: "It's true: it's after the end of the consultation hours. But I think that's the best time to have conversations that don't fit into the normal routine. So don't worry. I do this regularly. I was here doing paperwork anyway."
Leonie nods relieved. She remembers something Annika said:
»Dr. Klein is very nice.« Apparently the girl was right in her assessment.
She makes a second attempt to improve her explanation, which was indeed not particularly good: "I don't know what my father already told you, but we moved here from Kiel a good week ago. Of course, it's not possible for me to continue to visit the orthodontist in Kiel. And that's why we're here now." There you go: That was at least a little more understandable now.
"Yes, Kiel is indeed a bit far for that. A beautiful city, I had once spent my vacation there. If I may ask: Did you have anything to do with the shipyards up there? They are the biggest employer, as far as I know." The doctor tries her hand at small talk.
Leonie's father shakes his head: "I advise companies - mainly automotive companies - on their transition to or entrance in electromobility."
"Oh!" Dr. Klein seems impressed. "I'm not familiar with that at all. I can't even claim to drive an electric car." She nods with a smile: "But that's not my job either. My job seems to be to continue your treatment, Leonie?"
The girl nods, her face red. "Is that a problem for you?"
The doctor looks surprised. "No. Should it? It's true: most of my patients are with me from start to finish. But continuing your treatment shouldn't be a problem."
Leonie nods relieved.
Dr. Klein had already made some notes on the notepad in front of her. Then she turns to Leonie's father: "If I may ask: How did you hear about me? As far as I understand, you haven't been here long. What made you come to me instead to one of my colleagues?"
"You'll have to ask my daughter," he passes on the question. "She made the decision; I just made the appointment."
The eyes of the adults focus on Leonie. Who finds herself once again in the ugly position of not being able to tell the truth. Because an
»I'm here because you gave a classmate of mine headgear. I'd like to have one too, please!« certainly wouldn't fly.
Instead, she shrugs her shoulders in a deliberately calm manner. "I asked my classmates who they would recommend. And you... well... you won."
"I see. Well, I'm glad to have scored so well with your classmates."
"Why are you asking, Dr. Klein?" Leonie wants to know.
"Oh, it's not important. We recently redesigned our website. And I was just interested in whether that's a reason for new patients to come here."
Leonie shakes her head. "I have to admit that I didn't even look at your website. After talking to my friends, the decision was already made for me."
"It's not that important," Dr. Klein waves it off.
"The best website is of little use if the word-of-mouth propaganda is bad," says Leonie's father. "And it seems to me you have the advantage here."
The doctor smiles.