The clinic looked as if a tornado had descended and tossed the contents of the room, leaving no space unoccupied. “Hmm, how about to the left of the bed.” Sharon and Carol navigated the chaos and set their box down. “For a plumber and a cook the two of you do a great job as movers.” “Ha,” Sharon said. “We’re about to turn into pumpkins. The movie is going to start soon.” “Can we go now?” Carol asked hopefully. “You’re coming with us, right?” “Stop with the puppy-dog eyes, that won’t work with me. I really need to get this done.” She needed a map just to find the door. “The place is a mess.” “Oh, come on, this stuff isn’t going anywhere. It’ll be fun.” Emilie paused. She should mingle and get a feel for the personalities she’d be dealing with for the next several months. There was no reason to worry about possibly running into Tom. No reason at all.
