Chapter 23.When we arrived at Dr. Ranson’s office, I said hello to the receptionist, a sweet young thing named Hope.”
“Oh, yes, Ms. Howell. I remember you called, and I made the appointment for you. Are you having a good time here?”
“Well it seems I made a bad first impression on Dr. Ranson so I may have to spend the next few minutes appeasing her.”
“Oh, no, Ms. Howell. What happened?”
“I suppose you heard that someone was seen riding a manatee this afternoon?” Darlene cut in. Hope nodded. “That was her,” Darlene patted me on my shoulder.
“Oh, dear,” Hope moaned. “I’d better get you in to see her right away. She stormed in here from the courthouse just a few minutes ago.” She picked up her phone and pressed one digit, spoke to whomever was on the other end and said, “Yes, you can go r
