“Can you make the first Friday of next month, Ms. Limonov?” Mara nodded and took the appointment card from the perky receptionist. “Okay, you’re all set. See you next month!”
Perky people annoyed Mara. There was nothing authentic about the overly eager personna, and this receptionist was no exception. If this wasn’t the best doctors office in the city, she’d probably leave and seek recovery elsewhere.
Preferably somewhere without perky, cheerleader types.