Posting until a cure is found….
[Please note: this story provides graphic detail]
She stood in the mirror and examined herself, then pushed her palms under her curls to make sure her hair fell neatly above the baby blue paper blouse. She was ready for the day and had thought through what might follow. Her mind was clear—prepared for battle or victory—or so she thought. Her eyes darted around the room. It wasn’t what she would have pictured or preferred for this event, but it was what was to be. She stood confidently and breathed deeply—inhaling and exhaling in rhythm—as she slowed her mind and body in preparation.
“Come in,” she said in a commanding tone.
“Hello. So…are you ready?” he said.
“It depends. How was your day?”
“Today has been a great day!” he said while looking her squarely in the eyes and positioning himself in the…
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