Doctor Bob folded up his stethoscope and put it in his pocket. “Is there anything else I should know, Ken?” He stood at the counter, entering his findings of the yearly physical for this retiree.
"No, don’t think so.” Ken buttoned his shirt. “Marie’s home packing. We’re going to the Caribbean for two weeks.” Ken smiled at the thought. “Some friends are arranging the trip. Marie likes to pack early.”
"Oh?” Doctor Bob looked up, suddenly interested. “Do you know where you are going?”
“The itinerary’s not totally arranged yet,” Ken said absently, adjusting his belt.
“And what have you and Marie done about your health on this trip? What preparations have you made?”
“What do you mean?” Ken looked up quizzically. “We’re just going to the Caribbean.”