Chapter 7: Wednesday August 21st.
Margaret
And I quote verbatim from the SMS feed on my phone:
“I have to fucking go back to fucking Swedish at fucking 715 tomorrow fucking morning to take another fucking cardiac stress test because the fucking surgeon fucking doesn’t fucking like the fucking fact that my last fucking test was done exactly one fucking year ago. Fuck.”
“Fuck, that isn’t going to delay things is it???”
“Only if they find any new problems.”
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