Kat’s bad day takes a turn for a worse. Poor Kat! 🙂
I rub my forehead and lift my hair away from the back of my neck. I have committed many sins in my life, and Anatomy and Physiology serves as my punishment. I make flashcards, copy diagrams, look up pronunciation, weep copious tears, and still can’t remember the blasted things. What’s wrong with the foot bone being connected to the heel bone? Everyone understands what I mean by that. But no, I have to learn the names of twenty-six bones in the foot. Maybe I should stay a CNA. The work isn’t glorious, but I don’t have to memorize words I’ll never use again.
My phone beeps at me. Working late. Be home in an hour. Social worker tomorrow. I gasp and punch the “talk” button.
“I can’t talk—“
“What do you mean, tomorrow?” Normally I wouldn’t bother Natalie at the office, but she can’t drop a bombshell without expecting a…
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