she yawned. I couldnât stop myself from staring, and noticed Hildy had more artificial holes in her body than a piece of Swiss cheese. Earsâabout ten earrings between the twoânoseâboth sidesâand two on each eyebrow. When I looked down toward her chin, she said, âYep, bellybutton and nipple rings.â
I gasped. âOuch.â
âYou have to suffer to be beautiful.â
I sensed little Hildy was trying to cover up a lack of self-esteem by trying to show the world she didnât care. But I doubted that when I looked into her green eyes. There was a sadness there, and, my old nursing skills had me wanting to help the poor kid. Besides, I could be helping Jagger and myself too.
âSuffer to be beautiful. Whoâs the moron who came up with that one?â I laughed.
She hesitated and then joined me. From behind, a ghost of a man appeared. Again I gasped.
Hildy turned. âShit. What?â
âThis isnât a social, Jones. Get these passed out.â He threw a handful of white-bagged prescriptions onto her desk.
I didnât know what to say as I watched his beady eyes give me the once-over, then he turned to reveal a âmonk-styleâ balding head. Heâd spoken with a lisp, and I believe Iâd noted a pocket protector in his white shirt. A nerd with attitude.
âWho was that?â
Hildy curled her lip. I thought the silver sourball had to hurt in that position. When she uncurled, she said, âLeo âThe Shitâ Pasinski.â She grabbed the bags. âGotta go.â
âLet me help you.â I stood.
She looked at me oddly. âNo oneâs ever offered to help me.â
A bit saddened, I touched her arm. âIâm off duty now and free. Let me help.â
âWhat about the patient that needs the prescription?â
Caught up on observing Hildy and Leo, Iâd forgotten about âLance.â âWell, I guess heâll come get it himself. Youâre right. It isnât a life-saving medication. Maybe he skipped out without it.â
Fat chance, I told myself. But I also told myself that Jagger would come get it on his own terms.
I called patientsâ names while Hildy worked the cash register and insurance info. That I was interested in. I gazed down at one clipboard Medicaid patients had to sign when they got their medicine. Another was for all other insurances. The second list was minute compared with the Medicaid one, although Iâd noted a lot of seniors had supplemental insurance since they didnât qualify for Medicaid. So, Leo dealt with the elderly more. No great surprise though, since this entire conglomerate catered to the elderly. Who else used doctors and medicine more?
A line had formed with everyone waiting for his or her name to be called. Iâd found out from Hildy that the pharmacy stayed open a few hours after the clinic closed. When that tidbit had come out, I excused myself and ran back to get my purse and jacket before the doors to the clinic section were locked.
Now, with no date to hurry home to, I planted myself in the pharmacy to âhelpâ Hildy. Another pharmacist came for her shift, which made more work for Hildy. I hadnât seen that pharmacist before. She had dark hair and seemed to keep to herself.
Jagger never showed, so his medication was put in the bins. I actually noticed there were a lot of bags left in there. Nothing unusual about that. Lots of times doctors called in medications or patients left the prescription and came back later. I knew that much without asking.
Hildy reached into the bin after a patient came to the counter. She rifled through the bags and then cursed.
âSomething wrong?â I came closer.
She stuck her finger into her mouth. âThupid shit. He always screws up with the thapler.â
At first I could only stare. Then the words sunk in as my mind translated Hildyâs finger-in-the-mouth-talk. âOh, here.
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