Time to Start Explaining

Becky sent off a text to Jane Ann, hoping she’d respond. The message was asking her to stay home. She wasn’t feeling well today, and she’d deal with her guest on her own. The message would probably bring Jane Ann running to Becky’s house with bells on, as they say.

This would be a problem. Becky could see that from a mile away. She took her phone, looked out her front window to ensure that Officer Hebbs was in fact gone. He was, so she went back upstairs with her phone in her hands when it dinged from an incoming text message.

‘On my way, this better be good.’ Jane Ann was nothing, if not predictable. Give her a day off, and she can’t leave the reason alone.

Back in the bedroom, Becky found Rob pacing, clearly anxious. “He’s gone, but we have a problem.”

“Great, what?”

“My co-worker. Well, she’s my employee and friend, but she’s helped get the clinic off the ground. So, I call her my co-worker. Jane Ann Peters is on her way over, e