Amanda stood in the middle of the hallway and watched the double doors close. She could see the doctor through the narrow glass window walking back to his office.
She had gotten the time wrong and shown up hours early. Again.
Amanda turned at the sounds of footsteps behind her. A short, dark-skinned woman came into the hallway and waited by the elevator. The elevator signaled its arrival a moment later with a soft “Ding!” and a man in a charcoal grey suit emerged. The woman greeted him and offered him water in a thick Caribbean accent, which he declined politely. The woman motioned toward a set of wide wooden seats near Amanda and the man sat down.
Amanda glanced back through the window at the now-empty hallway on the other side of the doors. She scanned the walls where she was standing for a clock. “They tell me I need to come back later or wait until 4:00,” she muttered to herself. “But how am I supposed to know what time it is without a freaking clock?”
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