"I treat children more than anything, but I am not above treating others. I am Donald Witaker," he said. He had a bass voice, and even as he smiled a white-toothed smile that could charm the socks off of a lady, it didn't quite reach his eyes. Those eyes of his were easily identifiable as morose. He was definitely depressed and it didn't take a doctor to see that much. He took the offered hand for a shake.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said.