Sharon walked into the room her husband had just finished treating Pauline Coleman’s daughter in.
“I’m canceling, Daniel.”
Her husband hummed a hi and carried on scribbling in his file. The Coleman kid had chosen bright-pink bands for her braces. Sharon perched on a Lucite chair and waited for him to finish and look up.
Daniel blew out his cheeks as he chucked the file onto the desk and swiveled to face her.
“We’re going.”
“Be reasonable, we can’t go now!”
He swiveled to and fro and then stopped himself with his foot. Good, she was getting dizzy.
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