Her phone rings about a minute into the appointment. She looks at it. "Oh, it's Michael. I don't want to talk to him."
I suggested ignoring it, and letting it go to voicemail. Or turning it off.
She said: "I don't know how. And I don't want him to worry."
So she answers the phone: "Um, uh, yes, hello, this is Doris, and I'm not home, so please leave a message. Beep."
She hung up. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
A few minutes later the phone rings again. She looks at me and says, "I'm sorry, but I really don't want him to think I'm ignoring him".
She answers it again "Hello, this is Doris, I'm not here, and can't take your call. Please, um, leave a message again. Beep."
This time we made it another 10 minutes before Michael called again. I offered to answer it for her, to tell him she was at the doctor, and shouldn't be disturbed. Of course, she didn't want him to know that, so fumbled with the phone again.
"Um, hello. This is Doris again, and I, uh, I mean, um, you have a wrong number."
I had to run to the bathroom so I wouldn't go to pieces in front of her.
He didn't call back after that.