Ken
I just got off the phone with a patient's guardian who called to ask questions about her granny's health condition. I was deep neck into this conversation with the guardian when I heard the door bell ring. With the phone still placed on my ear, I opened the door, regretting my action when I saw Claire standing outside my apartment. I gritted my teeth, turned and returned back into the living room.
She sat down, crossed both her legs and arms and glared at me. I ignored her and focused on the phone call, I finger unconsciously feeling the furry throw pillow. An inpatient Claire stood up and started pacing, purposely stepping on me. Glaring at her, I left the living room and walked into the kitchen.
The crazy b***h followed me behind.
Frustrated, I had to end the call earlier than pl
