Days Made of Glass by Laura Drake

Author:Laura Drake [Drake, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9970721-0-5
Publisher: Laura Drake

In deference to her shoulder, Harlie kept her feet to a sedate walk through the doors of Compadres, but if she could, she’d skip every third step, just like Angel had when she was little.

A raise!

She hadn’t expected that. And sure, Yolanda was going to need tires, and she’d have to build some shit-happens-savings, but to have a little change in her pocket . . .

“Harlie, hold up a minute.” Annette stepped from behind the reception desk. “Doctor Nguyen is in and he wanted to meet with you.”

“Okay. Just let me stop and tell Angel —”

“Now, please.”

Seeing the nurse’s serious expression, Harlie sucked in a breath. “Is Angel okay?”

“She’s the same. But the doctor is only here on Mondays and he’s leaving in a few minutes. Come.”

Harlie followed the nurse down the hall behind the desk, elation dissipating with every step. She had a bad feeling.

The tank-bodied nurse stopped at a closed door and knocked. “Harlie Cooper is here, Doctor.”

“Come in.” A soft voice drifted through the door.

An Asian man in glasses with a port-wine stain covering a quarter of his face sat behind a massive wood desk, crowded bookshelves flanking the walls behind it. When he stood, he didn’t get much taller. He stepped forward and offered her a pudgy hand to shake. “Ms. Cooper. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I’m Doctor Nguyen.” He gestured to the rest of the room where a leather couch and chair sat bathed in sunlight from a huge window. “If you would.” He lifted a chart from the pile on his desk, walked to the sitting area and took the leather chair. His feet just touched the floor.

Harlie perched on the edge of the couch and tried to ignore the stain that crept from his hairline to cover his right eye. It made him look a little like that dog from the Little Rascals with the black eye. Only that was funny. There was nothing funny about this man. The power he held scared the spit out of her.

Doctor Nguyen was the doctor here, though she’d never met him because he was vacationing in Vietnam when she’d had Angel transferred. He supervised all the residents here, as well as the three other facilities he owned. Like it or not, this man held Angel in his hands.

He sat for a tortuous time, riffing pages in the folder in his lap.

She waited, her foot bouncing, until she could no longer stand the silence pushing against her eardrums. “Angel’s getting better, right? I mean, she wasn’t moving when she got here, and now she —”

“Since your sister is uncommunicative, I have just a few questions for you.”

She sat forward on her seat, clasped her hands and nodded.

“The notes from the hospital are spotty. Did you say this was her first suicide attempt?”

Suicide attempt. The two words Harlie had been avoiding hung ugly, in the air. “She was having problems before. She was either her normal self, or she wasn’t.” How could she explain? This man never met the real Angel, her lighthearted fairy.

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