18
Clouds blanketed the sky, warning of the rain to come. I grabbed my umbrella and began my trek to the office. A Mariners victory and a good night sleep put me in a cheerful mood. Although I hadn’t resolved any of the myriad questions in my head, I had managed to shut them off for a while, and felt ready to tackle whatever was thrown at me today. Carrie wasn’t on the porch when I arrived, inhaling toxins into her lungs. I missed not seeing her and hoped her absence was not due to complications with Mike.
Over coffee Bobby schooled me on the difference between folding and mixing ingredients when preparing food. Afterward, I saw my first two patients.
I stepped out of my office and saw Megan, dressed in a clinging pink sweater and pink and gray patterned skirt, sitting and talking to Bo
