Dentist’s chair

My father worked in the dentist’s surgery developed in our apartment. I was also trained as a dentist, so when my poor father suddenly died on a Tuesday evening, I got to attend his patients on Wednesday.

— When I moved to my present surgery some decades later, I brought the old dentist’s chair with me. It is not in use any more, but it is nice to think of my father’s presence.

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