It was a valid question, he wrote after all, she was a successful doctor, she was trying to understand him, he sighs, she is his type of woman, she actually listens. He gives her his answer..
“when I wake in the morning, it’s a new day, it’s not a case of the same repeating itself, it’s new each and every time, they eyes may tire, but the scene is a new one, no often how often I see it, a bit like your patients I suppose”
She pauses, trying to get her head around it, she nods.
“I get it, we need to be both listeners and observers at the same time!”
“when we write about it, it becomes part of history, written with clear eyes, not fogged, as they say”