Chapter Twenty-Six
Charlie
One afternoon, my phone rang at work, but I was too busy to check it. The office had been just nuts so far that day. Within a few minutes, Rachel knocked on the door where I was finishing up with a patient.
After I called for Rachel to come in, she poked her head around the door. “Mrs. Stan is on the phone,” she said.
Confused, I glanced over at her. My mother had now been going regularly to Norma’s. Since she’d been doing that, she hadn’t called a single time during my workdays. She seemed to like it. It had relieved an enormous amount of pressure from me.
Rachel arched a brow, as though I could somehow interpret what she meant by that. Finishing up with my patient, I followed Rachel down the hallway, waiting to speak until we stepped into my office.
“What
