Lucas
Leaning forward, I drop my head to my hands, my elbows supported on my outstretched knees as a knock raps on Dr. Kizer's office door. It's probably her assistant, Marji, the pretty blonde. For a moment when I hear her voice, Moira comes to mind.
With a sigh, I lean back against the chair and peer toward Dr. Kizer. I can't see who she's speaking to, but I can hear Dr. Kizer use her name, Marji.
Marji isn't Moira; she isn't who I want.
Since Saturday morning, I have been hoping to see and hear Moira at every turn. Now I'm imagining her here.
After Dr. Kizer closes the door, she turns back to me. “Luke, tell me again about what happened."
Standing, I go to the window of her office and look absently down to the parking lot. I'm not seeing the cars. I'm back in room four.
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