Nothing. The best she could come up with was blue scrubs. She slipped into the top of a set so that she’d look halfway like a medical person, but she would not wear the baggy pants. She hated those one-size-fits-nobody scrub pants. More or less in uniform, she walked out to the waiting room. Barbara at the desk was handing forms across to an angry woman. She waved a hand. “Mrs. Applegate and Sarah here are our only patients at the moment.”Time to put on her public face. She smiled. “Hello, Gladys, Sarah.” They both scowled at her, but then Gladys Applegate scowled at everyone all the time. She sighed. So it was going to be one of those days. “Show them back to one then, please.”Barbara handed her the folder as she went out. Coffee should be ready. On the way down the hall to the break room, she opened the folder. She was to give fifteen-year-old Sarah a female examination and test for sexually transmitted diseases. That was worth another sigh. She’d rather thought Sarah kept her nose clean.She swilled some coffee and walked down to one, tapped, and went in.
