Upset, Serena watched as the doctor rushed here and there, grabbing her coat, her laptop bag, her keys, her phone and every little stuff. She was now wearing her shoes. “You sure you don’t want any?” “No, thanks.”
She popped one of the slices of kiwi she had cut in her mouth and sighed, unable to hide her sadness, “It’s Sunday…I thought we could spend time together.”
Kassandra explained, finding support against the wall as she tried to force her foot in that shoe that was for some reason not fitting while glaring at the cat who kept following her around, “I work half-day on Sunday.” “Okay, then I’ll meet you this afternoon. We’ll go deliver the painting?”
The doctor looked at her apologetically, “I know I said yes last night but I can’t. Jeremy called this morning. I’m meeting with h
