Four
“Come on in, you two,” said the hospital’s Nursing Director, Wanda Steele. “Take a seat.”
Wanda was at the same time a tolerant tyrant as she was a laid back micromanager. She’d back up any nurse who had a dispute brought against them by a patient or doctor. But behind closed doors, she’d read you the riot act if you crossed a line that was important to her.
Today, she looked weary around the edges of her eyes. Her usually perfect makeup needed another application. And her wig was slightly askew.
For anyone else, this might be a typical end-of-the-day weariness, but I knew Wanda too well. She was never weary. Unless she was coming down with something. I put a hand on the seat farthest from my boss, but I didn’t sit.
“What’s this about?” I asked standing my ground.
“Dr. West has
