The Breakers Code
“I had just had the dream again; the one with the sevens, but that hardly mattered now. I shot straight up in bed and took a whiff. Was that sausage too?
This was not good.
For most people, waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking on the stove probably wasn’t cause for concern. It might even be normal, but my mom wasn’t exactly the ‘normal’ sort. In addition to what I could only describe as her lifelong ‘Hatfield and McCoy-esque’ feud with all kitchen appliances, she had a pretty demanding job.
As the head of the nursing department at St. Vincent’s, she was always rocking a pair of really awesome scrubs and kept pretty weird hours. Usually, she was gone from seven ‘til seven, but three days a week, she was on call. So anytime, day or night, the phone could ring and she’d have to rush back into the hospital. And if the emergency was big enough, like if there was a bus crash or something, she’d have to go whether she was on call or not.
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