The Waiting Room.

Her name is Army; and she is beautiful. She smiles with bright highlights and tells me I have cute feet. She has a daughter my age who I can see through her eyes. They laugh over family secrets and cry over heartache. One the suffering, one the healer. She is a healer by nature and her eye-lights can cheer a baby even after the vaccine has been given. I don't know where she's from but she's been here longer than I. I'd love to take her out to lunch. To learn the secrets of her warm demeanor. Her name is Army; and she is beautiful. 080808