Thresholds
The waiting room had six chairs and a window facing the parking lot. We took three of them—Maya in the middle, Helen on her right, me on her left—and sat in silence.
Maya had her earbuds in. Helen stared at a point on the wall just past nothing. I watched the clock. A woman at the reception desk answered the phone and spoke too quietly to hear. Outside, …
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