she gets a call.
a patient has died. another.
then another.
the sick do have a way of passing on.
strange how
just yesterday
they were there, sitting in the waiting room
flipping
through a magazine,
sipping coffee,
pleasant and alive. making
conversation.
now gone.
Monday, December 2, 2019
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