Chapter Twelve
Shay
“So, will the following Wednesday work for your appointment?” I asked politely.
“Well, I guess it’ll have to do,” the woman said, a curt edge to her tone.
“Dr. Stone will certainly appreciate your understanding. I have Brandy down for next Wednesday, okay? Thank you so much.”
This was my tenth phone call. Jackson had decided, without any notice whatsoever, to pick up one of the hiking trips and lead a group up a nearby mountain to spend two nights. The return day landed on one of his vet clinic days. With only two days scheduled each week for the clinic, it didn’t leave much room for moving appointments around.
My transition into managing the office end of things, so to speak, had been a skid. I’d spent more time than I preferred apologizing for the abrupt resched
