She completely understands and generously offers to do the honors herself. I'm immensely grateful. A few minutes later, Jonathan reappears. He looks nervous. I reassure him.
Jittery awkwardness is replaced with a smirky-smile of relief.
He confides that he too was panic stricken, pleading with his fellow doctors to do him this one favor, that he just couldn't bring himself to do a rectal exam on Amy Krouse.