Suri walked inside the clinic nodding at the parents sitting in the waiting area as she passed (she saved the small talk for Aviva). She glanced at the receptionist’s desk as she headed inside the office. It was sure nice not having to deal with the administrative hassles anymore… or at least to anticipate not having to deal with them.
Aviva’s husband was high on enthusiasm but lower on recall of details. Even after a week he still kept asking her how to use the computer system; she hadn’t even approached the topic of filing insurance claims. Yet he did a great job answering the phones and just yesterday he’d given the kids an impromptu balloon-sculpting session.
Files in hand Suri entered her therapy room. Today she was administering an evaluation for the son of a friend and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Up until this year working for the Board of Ed she’d run little risk of encountering a child she knew. Tzippora Benjamin davened in her shul and volunteered for the Drive-a-Bubby rides that Suri coordinated. On the one hand it was nice dealing with someone she knew. On the other hand… well she was dealing with someone she knew.
“Hi Suri! This is so cute!” Tzippora came into the room a young boy in tow. “Ezzie say hi to Morah Suri. She’s Mommy’s friend and she’s going to play with you.”
