Nothing

Kennedy

I have to use my lunch break to make agency calls on behalf of a girl who’s no longer on my books. I take a bite of my sandwich, cursing that I’m spending so much time on hold. I’ve a lot of people to speak with, and not a huge amount of time to do it in.

The result: more of the same old shit.

They’ll need her to register. They’ll need some form of ID. They’ll need to do an assessment.

They’ll be able to do none of those things unless Anna actually agrees to toe the line.

I’m exasperated by the time I look up Rosie and Bill’s number at the end of my shift. One last shot, that’s what I tell myself. One last attempt to reason with them and get them on side enough to keep her room open for her until we can get her into these appointments.

It’s Rosie who answers. She sighs as she registers it’s me.

I launch quickly into my monologue, telling her I know how hard they’ve worked with Anna, how much time they’ve put in, and how difficult this has been on all of them, but if she could