Eve turned and walked up to the attractive, fiery tempered African-American nurse. “What’s wrong, Priscilla?” she asked.
“Oh, some people get on my last nerve. That Julian Crane for one – he thinks he owns the whole damn hospital!”
“Julian Crane is here?” Eve asked, her heart beating faster.
“He was just in the ER…I helped treat him for a broken finger.”
“A broken finger? How did he do that?”
“I don’t know. He said something about hurting it at the cannery. Some people deserve that and a whole lot more! Oh, the nerve of that man! He called me a vixen, and I don’t think he meant that in a playful sort of way!” she fumed, and then headed over to the nurses station.
Eve laughed. She had to decide where
to head next.