Meanwhile, impatiently lounging in the waiting room, Herb grew suspicious when a nurse with a clip board called out another name while Sullivan had yet to come out. But before Herb could make any conjectures Tim, a friend of Herb, sat down next to him to engage a conversation.

  "Hey, you know, I was just thinkin', didn't we make a bet about five dollars?"

  "Five dollars?" Herb nervously asked, "Why, I can't really remember, you'll have to be more specific."

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  "Y'kno, it was a bet abouta... test scores!"

  "Test scores, but we haven't even gotten our aptitudes tested yet, we'll have to talk about bets afterwards."

  "No, no... I think this bet was about a different test."

  "A different test... I don't know—"

  "Horowitz, Herb." A nurse called out.

  "That's my cue. Talk to you later Tim." Herb said briskly while jumping up with alacrity and skeltering apace to the door.

  "Drat, I should've been quicker with my point." Tim lamented as he slouched back in the uncomfortable seat and looked at some flyers on a bulletin board. "Hmm... awakener gyms—maybe I should go take a look."