The City Council receptionist had taken our names and told us to sit. We had been sitting for almost half an hour when Cassidy started for the receptionist"s desk again.
I caught her by the wrist. “Where are you going?”
“I"m not waiting anymore. It"s not like we don"t have other things to do,” she said. She yanked her wrist free.
Feeling somewhat helpless and abandoned on the couch, I decided to join her at the desk. The receptionist at first didn"t notice we had returned. Cassidy cleared her throat and the woman looked up. “Oh, you"re still here?”
“Excuse me? Yes we"re still here. We"ve been waiting just like you said to wait. Over there?” She pointed to the waiting area.
“And who was it you were here to see?” the receptionist said.
“Catherine Marx,” I said.
The receptionist shook
