The oncologist office has a butterfly theme. Having a theme at all screams "woman's place" to Kevin. Kevin's had a number of offices throughout his work career and not one single theme.
Unless you count "Shithole" as a theme. Kevin once had a boss who referenced Kev's office decor with, "Clean the shithole up, Kevin; we have customers coming in."
Pictures, coordinating prints, knick knacks and designer colors mean nothing to Kevin. A lot of flat spaces where stuff can be stacked perilously high--THAT'S good interior design in his book.
Even Kevin noticed the butterflies though. Photos. Taken by the oncologist herself. Matted and hanging everywhere in the office--waiting room, bathroom, hallway, exam rooms. They are for sale. We know this because there are signs making certain we know. There are also a gallery rack and a card rack next to the receptionist desk (Kevin insists on calling it the check-out line as if we're in some medical WalMart.). There are prices on the prints and cards.
I attempt to re-direct some of the annoyance those price tags trigger in Kevin. Perhaps the proceeds go to medical research, to pay the costs for underinsured patients, to something other than the vacation fund of the oncologist. It has stuck with Kevin that she compared his undesired potential time off work for chemotherapy to her own therapeutic vacations.
Apparently the movies are wrong about this too. Butterflies are NOT free.
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