Excerpt

Chapter Eight
The ringing of the alarm clock awakened Tyne. She opened her eyes
to glare at the offending timepiece on the desk across the room. To
heck with it. She closed her eyes and snuggled again into her pillow.
Moe bounced from her bed and grabbed the clock to shut it off.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Get out of that sack. Don’t you know what
day this is?”
Tyne forced her eyes open. Moe, standing in the middle of the
room in her short nightshirt, stretched and yawned. “How can you
sleep this morning? We’ve been waiting three years for this day.” She
walked to the door to turn on the ceiling light.
Tyne blinked and pulled the sheet up to shield her eyes from the
sudden brightness. “What day … oh yeah, so it is. Our last day of
training.”
“You don’t sound very excited.” Moe grabbed her dressing gown
from the chair and shrugged into it.
“Believe it or not, I feel a little sad.”
“Oh come on, Moon River. What’s to be sad about? We’ll still be
at the Holy Cross if that’s what’s worrying you, and you’ll be doing
what you like best – helping to cut people up.”
Tyne got up, walked to the dresser and began to brush her hair.
“I didn’t tell Curly when I saw her yesterday that I’m going to be
working in surgery. I thought it would be like rubbing salt into the
wound.”
“That was good of you, but she’ll find out sooner or later. How’s
she doing, anyway?”
Tyne reached for her dressing gown. “Okay, I suppose.”

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