“Hi,” I said into the phone, leaving a message.
“This is Michelle. I’m sorry to call at the last minute, but I can’t make our appointment tomorrow.”
I hung up, shaking my head. What was I thinking? I worked as a senior companion. I spent every Saturday, from 10 A.M. to 7 P.M., with patients. I had no good excuse for canceling. I wasn’t sick. My husband, Gene, was fine, all things considered. I just had this nagging feeling. I had to skip work the next day.
That was no small thing. When I’m not working with seniors, I’m a hairdresser. I alternate hours between jobs, working nonstop Monday through Saturday. I’m rarely home as a result. I can’t afford to be.
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