I returned with the ever so important next appointment card and handed it to Charlie. In two more weeks, it will be September.
"Rebecca called me back as soon as I sat down in the lobby," I replied. "They spoil me rotten."
"Let's go get you some breakfast," Charlie then said.
"Better yet," I replied. "I just want a bottle of crisp, icy-cold Sprite to drink."
Charlie sounded much less sick this morning with what he had being a 24-hour bug most likely.
1 comment:
Good job. Everything went smoothly.
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