For one blessed hour between 9:30 and 10:30 on Monday morning, after the breakfast rush was past and before the early lunch crowd trickled in, Corinne finally got a chance to slide into the booth across from Malika and study for her licensure exam. She hadn’t looked at the material since Friday, splitting her weekend between Kurt and rehearsal with Tucker. This wasn’t going to cut it. That she’d been studying her ass off for a year didn’t matter. She needed to have this material down cold, which meant finding more study time. Somewhere. She could make do with four hours of sleep. She’d done it before.
Corinne squinted at the list of practice questions and read the next one off. “To facilitate drainage of oral secretions in a child who had cleft lip repair, the nurse should place the child
