my best life 07.10.17.1204P

I waited about an hour, sipping on my juice cup and
finishing the soggy bran left from the raisin cereal in my
Styrofoam bowl. I looked at the clock, it said 8:50.
10 more minutes.
I cleaned off my tray and headed to the nurse’s station to
pick up my discharge papers. When I arrived, I saw Retta
sitting at the computer through the glass partition.
Glancing up, she saw me standing there wearing a
crooked smile knowing our last encounter left me
speechless. Tight lipped, she got up from her chair,
picked up a yellow envelope and walked into the hall
through a side door.
Walking up to me with an intense look on her face, my
smile quickly faded as I flattened my lips and tucked in
my chin, preparing for what I thought was going to be a
good tongue lashing for my rudeness the first day.
Standing right in front of me she whispered, “Do you have
everything, Mr. Thompson?” her lips began to slowly
bend upward as if she was holding back her laughter. I
immediately picked up her vibe of forgiveness and we
simultaneously laughed and hugged each other.
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