I have a brother who is a doctor and from the day he was married—and I give his wife one hundred percent credit for this—she always referred to him as “the doctor.” She never once spoke to anyone in her household—she has a full complement of servants; there are five in the house and three in the yard—but anyone who had to take anything to my brother Lawrence, when his wife suggested it, “You take this to ‘the doctor’ or ‘the doctor’ wants this done or ‘the doctor’ wants that done.” Then she has two sons who are doctors, and she discriminates between her husband “the doctor” and her two sons that she calls them by name, Dr. Michael and Dr. Robert. But they are not “the doctor.” In her mind’s eye her husband, my brother Lawrence, is “the doctor.” Today in Barbados he is the most prominent doctor, he has the biggest practice, many doctors working for him, and a clinic with thirty beds. And so, he’s the most busy doctor in the island of Barbados. I go back to my sister-in-law Doris’ concept, which people laughed at when she started. For when he came out of McGill as a young doctor, in her mind’s eye he was “the doctor” and always referred to him as “the doctor.” And Lawrence grew and grew and grew in the world of medicine.743 ¶9