“So, what do you do?" I asked Bailey, setting the corn on to cook. At the age of a hundred and seven, I knew she probably did more than just spar and prepare for tournaments.
“Well, that's something I wanted to talk to you about," Bailey replied as I set a glass of sweet, iced tea in front of her. She took a sip and nodded. “Umm... that's good. I haven't had sweet tea in a long time."
“Thanks," I replied, sitting down kitty-corner from her with a glass of tea, too. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
“Well, I have a nursing degree, and I wanted to know if you could use some help." She shrugged. “I saw the way you worked today, and it intrigued me. You're different than other doctors I've seen. Anyway, I could also book appointments, clean... whatever you need."
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