“You gotta be more careful! Walking out in traffic? You’ve got your whole life ahead of you!” An animated, elderly nurse whisper-shouts while shimmying to meet the pair. Damien slows the wheelchair as they meet at a counter with a glass window.
“Hey Trish! How’ve you been?” Eshe innocently greets her, dismissing the verbal scolding and reaching up for a hug.
“Better than you, child. And who is this tall drink of water?” Trish reciprocates the hug before directing her attention to Damien, who flashes a friendly smile.
“A friend,” Eshe scratches her cheek. Trish places her hand on her hip and eyes them up and down.
“Mmmmhmmm,” Trish sounds out before sucking her teeth, “if I was thirty years younger, I’d ask him to be my friend, too.” Trish reaches under the glass window and grabs a clipboard with pen and paper attached.