It felt worse than being yelled at.
“Carter?”
I looked up.
A woman in her late 50s stood over me with a stack of forms tucked under one arm.
“I’m Margaret, one of the clerks here,” she said gently. “You have the 10 o’clock case?”
It felt worse than being yelled at.
“Carter?”
I looked up.
A woman in her late 50s stood over me with a stack of forms tucked under one arm.
“I’m Margaret, one of the clerks here,” she said gently. “You have the 10 o’clock case?”