I am currently reading Blood Sisters by Alessandro Perissinotto, and yesterday came across a passage that had me chuckling until I realised that one man’s joke might be another’s social comment on my old profession. I would be the last person in the world to defend the reputation of dentists, especially as my own past colleagues include a murderer, and a convicted insider trader. That image of dentists and lawyers constantly on holiday might well have some justification, although of course I was the exception.
Whatever the case, Dr Callegari appeared less than a minute later. One meter ninety tall, with a tan redolent of tropical beaches, the kind of mahogany-coloured tan you might see on a dentist or a lawyer, not a hospital doctor in mid-career.