Sometimes, the patients had a long and interesting story. Stories that brought Linda into nice areas like this one where they'd ask her if she could look at a relative who for one or another, couldn't go to the hospital. Linda rarely approved of their lying, but when all was said and done, she had sworn an oath. And she would always do her job.
She never charged these kinds of patients, but there were always thank you presents and cash pressed tighly into her hand as they showed her door. This money she would use for supplies. Most of it she would put away on the bank. She still dreamed of opening that medical center... As she walked down the sidewalk, Linda remembered another patient of hers in the same street. She could drop by, see how his leg was doing. As she was taking her notebook out of her purse, a couple of lollipops fell and rolled away in the pavement. By the time she had caught and kneeling to pick them up, the candy had landed at the feet of a young dark haired man on the same sidewalk.
"Sorry," she said, trying to catch the lollipops to put back where they belonged. Until the nearest child got ahold of them anyway. She looked up and smiled apologetically.