She opened the door, walked, and sat down facing the doctor. Between them the table.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"I have a personal problem, doctor."

"Personal? A psychologist perhaps?"

"An object has been introduced into my body."

"What do you mean, swallowed? You should go to a hospital. Urgent!"

She crossed her legs, spread a smile enhanced by her lilac lipstick.

"I prefer a specialist's."

"I am an ophthalmologist, madam!"

"Just what I need."

The doctor straightens his tie and scraps his throat.

"Where is this object, madam?"

"Find it. And tell me if you like it."