"Hello? Is this Ms. Jones?"
"Hi," I say. "Yes, it is. May I ask who's speaking?"
"This is Angelica from Dr. Andy's office. We were wondering if you were coming by for your appointment today?"
"Oh, shit!" I jump up and accidentally send my chair and a cup of pens flying. A stack of papers gets knocked off my desk, too.
"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry. It's been a crazy— Just, shit. I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten
minutes. Maybe fifteen. I'm so sorry."
I hang up and grab all my stuff as fast as I can.
I can't find my little spiral- bound notebook that has a list of questions I wrote down after my last ophthalmology appointment.
I could've sworn it was in that stack of files I
just upended.
But there's no time to comb through it, so I just shoulder my purse and run like hell.
★★★★
"So did you just, like, really love eyeballs in med school or something?" I ask as Dr.Andy dilates my pupils with his little dropper.
