“Who’s Doctor Graham?” Melanie taunts as I round the counter top. “No one,” I replied, ignoring her attempts to bait me into a session of ‘let’s pick on the weird girl.’ “C’mon, Elizabeth, give us the dirty details.” Both she and David are doing their best to control their giggling, but I’m not buying it. I wouldn’t waste the energy trying to hide my true feelings. “Don’t go through my things!” I snap at them. “It fell out of your purse, Elizabeth. Honest.” Doubtful, but honestly I didn’t care what these two immature idiots thought. I snatched the card from Melanie’s hand. “Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” I hated to be a bitch, and most of the time I just didn’t have the courage to be so, but I feel like I have one nerve left and these two are leaning all over it. I stared them both down, daring them to say another word. Sliding her own purse noisily across the counter she let out an audible ‘hmpf,’ but nothing more. David, on the other hand, was already tiptoeing in full retreat towards the front door, obviously wanting none of my ire on a Friday morning.
