The two are giggly as they pull down the stairs and make their way up in the dark. Gramgram pulls the string to turn on the light and there they are … big, black hampers filled with dark, inviting eyes.
Brittany digs through the furry critters, “I don’t know Gramgram, it feels weird up here.”
“I know what you mean,” Gramgram whispers, “kinda spooky.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Brittany came back. “I guess ‘cause it’s night.”
Gramgram forgot there are animals she put in a box and wrapped in a black plastic bag. She steps forward and reaches over a beam to steady herself.
At the same instant she feels the pain, blood spurts into the air. In the moments it takes to reach the kitchen the fleshy part of her left thumb swells and turns blue. The pain makes Gramgram’s eyes water.
Still, it had been a long day and they had company from out of town. She will go to the clinic in the morning. It is a long, sleepless night.
Monday morning Maxi’s doctor refers her to the orthopedic surgeon down the hall. Maxi picks up the paper work at Dr. Magee’s and is told to come in Thursday at nine.
On Wednesday afternoon as Maxi fills out the paper work, Dr. Magee’s office calls. She can’t be seen until the following Tuesday.
“I have been in agony since this happened,” Maxi fumed, “I can’t wait a week.”
A sigh pierces Maxi’s ear, “The doctor has surgery tomorrow, he only sees patients on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I have the number of another doctor, do you want it?”
Maxi grits her teeth, “I picked up the paper work at Dr. Magee’s office on Monday and was given a nine o’clock appointment for tomorrow. Why did you do that knowing the doctor had surgery?”
Louder sighs, more rudeness, “Do you want Dr. Clancy’s number or not?”
Maxi’s reaction is quick and ponderous, “Huh?”
Once she is home the paperwork is placed on a shelf…
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full