Caitan’s face twists with rage and she grabs the surgical mask off the floor and covers her mouth. She lunges toward Andrea with a raised hand as if to slap her.
“Andrea,” a melodic, accented voice calls from the door. “I didn’t know I’d run into you here.”
Caitan freezes and Andrea looks over the girl’s shoulder. Rebecca is sitting in a wheelchair with a tall nurse behind her. Caitan’s friends stand to either side with admiration on their faces. Rebecca looks Caitan up and down and purses her lips.
“Is this Miss Clifford?” she asks.
“It is,” Andrea answers. “Caitan Clifford.”
Rebecca smiles and asks, “Were you about to hit my friend, Miss Caitan?”
Caitan’s hand drops down to her side and she says, “Who the hell are you? My quarrel with Andrea is none of your business.”
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