The Ordinary Ones

My sister was being examined by her doctor when I heard him from the private side of the room:

“Your daughter is doing really well!”

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It is true that, a few minutes before, when his phone had rung and a song from The Bee Gees had come on, he had looked at me and said in a wink:

“The best music is from our generation!”

At the moment, I had decided I hadn’t h…