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52 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
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Why wouldn’t the man just leave?
Maggie drew a breath, trying to figure out this latest
angle. What did he want from her? Hadn’t he humiliated
her enough by insisting on looking at her ugly,
raw-looking stump? The man seemed determined to
push her as far as he could.
“Give you a day for what?” she asked warily.
“I’m in dire need of a translator. I open my clinic on
Wednesdays for farm workers and their families. A fair
number of them don’t have much English and my
Spanish is limited at best. I’ve been looking for someone
with a medical background to translate for me.”
“No.”
“Come on, Maggie. Who would be more perfect than
a bilingual nurse practitioner?”
“Former nurse practitioner. I’m retired.”
His pupils widened. “Retired? Why would you want
to do that, for heaven’s sake?”
She had a million reasons but the biggest was right
there in front of her. Who the hell wanted a one-legged
nurse? One who couldn’t stand for long periods of time,
who was constantly haunted by phantom pain, who had
lost all of her wonder and much of her respect for the
medical establishment over the last five months?
No, she had put that world behind her.
In civilian life, she had loved being a nurse practitioner
in a busy Scottsdale pediatric practice. She had
admired the physicians she worked with, had loved the
challenge and delight of treating children and even had