Chapter 21
She decided if anyone asked, she would be the distant, rarely seen, well dressed cousin to Aunt Karla. But to her relief, nobody asked. Presley rode to the 7th floor with the rest of Nita’s family, standing at the back of the elevator trying to blend. When they filed out of the elevator she went with them, hanging back just a bit, and finally slipping into a nearby hallway as Nita and her bobbing purple balloon disappeared to wherever Aunt Karla was staying.
Hurrying down the wide, brightly lit corridor she knew immediately that this was a hospital or a clinic of some kind. If the sterile smell wasn’t enough to tip her off, the men and women donning scrubs with stethoscopes hanging from their necks would have been a major clue. Presley became very aware of her chic black dress
