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Dany
“Well, girl, you’re back, are ya?” Gerry and the rest of the girls are watching as the nurse inserts the IV and plugs me into the chemo.
“Humph,” says Cleopatra.
Sylvie frowns. “Now, dears. Dany was merely having a hard time before. It was her first day. First days are always hard. She didn’t mean any offense.”
“Exactly,” says Matilda. She sends me a warm smile.
The tightness in my chest loosens. I was embarrassed about how I spoke to them last week. They hadn’t done anything to deserve my anger. All of them are smiling at me now, well, except for Cleopatra, but I haven’t seen her smile yet. I give a tentative smile back. I’m still not exactly interested in becoming one of “the girls,” but I can be polite.
The cold bite of the medicine hits my veins. I block it out.
To be h
