Tuesday, May 1st
CAROL opened the glass door and stepped into the chaos of the elementary school office at seven-thirty in the morning. She wove her way through children and teachers, who were going in every direction getting ready for the day, and finally made her way to the desk. It wasn’t even eight yet, but the school secretary looked like she’d just worked a national disaster. It took several minutes before she noticed Carol, and she had to answer the phone twice before she could finish her greeting.
“Sorry about that, ma’am. We’re a hand short this morning.” Her voice evidenced a cultured Richmond, Virginia southern twang.
“I’m Carol Mabry. I have an appointment with Doctor Sessions,” Carol said.
“Yes, of course, Ms. Mabry. Doctor Sessions is waiting on you right now. Just go on
