coming through the door, some scheduled and some not. There were phones to answer and the occasional puddle of dog wee to mop up; appointments to make; and owners to chat with about everything from the fine weather to the state of their pet’s bowel movements.
Before Marianne knew it, four o’clock arrived, and it was time to get her handbag and go home. Every bone in her body ached and her ears still rang with the sound of the door’s bell jangling and the shrilling of the phone lines as she got ready to leave.
Dr Brandon pushed through the surgery door, his lab coat rumpled and a stethoscope hung around his neck. He looked tired. “Are you off home now, Miss Holland?”
“Yes. And please…call me Marianne.”
“What did you think of your first day, Marianne?” he asked as he peeled off one of his surgical gloves. “Will you run screaming off to Barton Park never to return, or will you be back again tomorrow?”
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