medical supplies had been stacked on the closest table. A fifty-something African-American woman wearing a food workerâs hairnet sat at the end of the table, knitting something blue and bulky from a bag of yarn at her feet, her elbow resting on a clipboard.
The pacing woman was making me nervous. They needed some activities going on while people waited. Something to entertain the kids . . . a âlearn to knitâ group . . . a nail salon . . . a book club . . .
A woman wearing typical blue hospital scrubs came out from behind the screen, pulling on a fresh pair of latex gloves. âWho is next, Estelle?â The nurse had dark, wavy hair and a round, pleasant face. A motherly look about her.
The knitting lady peered at the clipboard. âAida Menéndez . . . Aida? You here?â
A young girlâshe looked eighteen at the mostâgot up and let herself be trundled behind the screen by the nurse. The two began talking a rapid stream of Spanish.
âHey! Miz Delores! You said I was next!â The loner in the corner waved her nail file.
âPipe down, Hannah. She said no such thing.â The woman named Estelle thumped the clipboard with a knitting needle. âI got your form right here . . . three more ahead of you.â
The bored young woman shrugged and went back to doing her nails.
âYa gotta fill out a form if you wanna see the nurse,â a growly voice said in my ear. I jumped and turned. Rheumy blue eyes met mine.
âLucy!â I couldnât help grinning. âWhereâd you come from?â
âQuestion isââthe old woman squinted at me suspiciouslyââwhereâd you come from? Seems like you poppinâ up all over the place.â She turned her head, hacking a few jagged coughs into a faded red bandanna.
I decided to make light of it. âCame to ask if you wanted to go out for coffee. Couldnât find you under the bush in the park, so I decided to try the next best place.â
She darted a look sideways at me, bandanna still over her mouth, and a sudden pang clamped my mouth shut. What if she thought I was making fun of her? But before I could say anything, Estelle called out, âLucy Tucker? Lucy! Get over here, darlinâ.â
Lucy shuffled off, muttering into her bandanna.
âBe sure to use the cream on that rash,â the nurse was saying to the young girl as she left the makeshift examining room. Then her attention turned to Lucy. âAbout time you got yourself in here, Lucy. Still got that cough, donât you?â She shook her head and rolled her eyes behind Lucyâs back. âObstinada.â
They disappeared behind the screenâbut Lucy was anything but quiet. âAll right, all right, donât rush me! . . . Get that thing outta my mouth, Iâm gonna choke . . . whatchu mean, hold my breath? A personâs gotta breathe, donât ya know . . .â
Estelle hollered over her shoulder, âDonât make me come in there, Lucy! You want lunch or donâtcha?â Several of the women waiting for a turn snickered.
After a while, Delores Enriquez came out alone, bent down, and talked in a low undertone to Estelle. Estelle frowned and scanned the room. âAnyone know where Miz Mabel is?â
âSheâs out,â someone said. âSaw her leave a while ago.â
I made my way over to the table. âIs something wrong? Can I help?â And just how do you think you can help, Gabby Fairbanks?
The nurse straightened up. âAnd you are . . . ?â
I held out my hand. âGabrielle Fairbanks. Iâm, uh, a friend of Lucyâs.â
âNo she ainât!â a raspy voice hollered from behind the screen.
Estelle looked at me with a smile of recognition. âOh, thatâs right! Precious told me about you.â She turned to Delores. âThis is the lady who found Lucy out in the rain, sent her here last week.â
âShe cut her foot