Sighing, she retrieves the milkshakes from her yard. Another day, another disappointing haul. A shape appears, ambling without haste. "I hope I'm not too late?" he asks.
She studies his pale, wrinkled face, his long grey coat. Not a boy, but a man. "No," she says. "Come in."
@philaheather@SpoonieCult The number of doctors I have caused to not be allowed to practice while I’m living in said hospital… cause their treatment toward me was inhumane and I don’t take that shit lying down. Yeah, they hate me. I’m a problem. I also get accused of drug seeking for my prednisone in CO