She was furious. Bordering on the less than rational side of anger.
Not yet foaming at the mouth, but quite close. Pounding on the door with her
tiny surgical hands, so innocently delirious. She waited for a full on hour for
him yesterday. Oh, she was so embarrassed and.... HURT. They were supposed
to meet for lunch, it wasn't a last minute decision either, otherwise she might
have understood. But, this had become too often. The feeling that she would get
in the pit of her stomach.... Like there was something missing. Something he was
keeping from her and this was the final straw. April Kepner was not going to let
this slide again. Not this time.