Page 81 of Latte Girl
Her eyes go wide and she jumps outofbed.
“What?” I demand,sittingup.
She doesn’t answer, and instead starts digging around our clothes on the floor. She pulls out her cell phone and punches in anumber.
“Hailey, what’s going on?” I ask, but she shakes her head at me as someone comes ontheline.
“Hi Mom,” she says. “I’m good, thanks. I was just wondering, have you ever met a patientnamed—”
She glances at meexpectantly.
“Rosalind,” I supply, utterly mystified. “RosalindKnox.”
“Rosalind Knox,” Hailey repeats. She pauses for a moment, and then her face breaks into a smile. “Yes, she does sound lovely. I know her son. I just wanted to see if you’dmether.”
She says goodbye after that and hangs up the phone. My jaw drops open as I begin to understand what justhappened.
“What would you do without me?” asksHailey.
