And sure enough, she found a note from Grace Dearborn on the clipboard holding her printed schedule for the week. With such a small staff, there were informal meetings on Friday mornings to discuss clients and concerns. But this note requested an individual meeting, which meant Grace had probably received Josh’s phone message and wasn’t very happy. Worrying at her lower lip, she gathered the equipment, supplies and charts that she would need for the day and stowed them in her duffel bag. Then she headed for Grace’s corner office at the back. As usual, the older woman appeared to be nearly buried in an avalanche of paperwork and file folders on her desk. She raised her eyebrows when Sophie knocked lightly on her open door. “Come in, have a seat. Pardon the mess—I’m in the middle of writing grants to try to bring in more money for our programs.” All but one chair was piled with folders, so Sophie took the empty chair closest to her desk. Grace wearily closed the folder in front of her.
