Imperfect Truth by C.A. Popovich

Author:C.A. Popovich
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781626397880
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2016-10-18T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Good morning, Kelly.” Debby leaned on the nurses’ counter.

“Hi there. How’s everything going?” Kelly walked around the desk to hug Debby.

“It’s going well. I’m working on my geriatric certification, and I love it here. I have a question about one of our residents, if you have a sec.”

“Okay. Who?” Kelly leaned against the counter and waited.

“Fernanda Martinez. Do you know anything about her?”

“She transferred here from a home in Florida, and her grandson, Miguel, is her guardian. She doesn’t have an extensive medical record that we can find, but I know she’s had that severe reaction to Cipro. Remember when you were called in to review her meds?”

“Yes. We got that all straightened out. So, you don’t know anything about her grandson, huh?”

“Just that he seems especially protective of her and visits daily.” Kelly tilted her head and looked concerned. “Why do you ask?”

“My friend Alex knows him from work and was wondering about him, so I thought I’d ask. We on for lunch today?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” Kelly returned to her chair behind the desk.

Alex had said this guy was rich, but instead of looking forward to the possibility of extra income, she had seemed almost fearful about the job. She detoured to Fernanda’s room on her way to the pharmacy.

“Good morning, Mrs. Martinez. I’m Debra Johnson, one of the pharmacists. We met a few weeks ago, and I wanted to see how you were feeling.” Fernanda looked half asleep, and Debby regretted her decision to bother the elderly woman.

“Hello, dear. Thank you for the lovely flowers, and I loved the chocolate covered cherries.”

Debby wondered who she thought she was. “I’m glad to see you doing so well. Maybe those chocolates helped.”

“Is Miguel with you this morning? I know you two have a long drive to get here, and I appreciate your visits so.”

She must think I’m Miguel’s wife. “Miguel will be here later. I just wanted to make sure you were well.”

She quietly left the room when Fernanda smiled and fell sound asleep.

Debby Googled Miguel Martinez and waited. She spent the rest of her fifteen-minute break reading about Mexican actors, a Chilean soccer player, a musician, an artist, and a professor. They were correct in presuming Martinez was a common name. She closed her laptop and put any further thoughts of Miguel Martinez out of her mind. Perhaps Alex was just nervous about doing something different.

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