16. All by Her Lonesome

It was a week later and Kiersey was in the waiting room of the sonographer, waiting to be called up for her first..

She was supposed to have done this for the first time last week but it had been postponed due to one medical situatuon at the clinic or the other. She wasn't too sure. The merry-as-a-cricket secretary that had spoken to her over the phone had said it was something to do with the clinic or was it the sonographer? And could they schedule her for next week Tuesday?

She tried to feel comfortable in the plush tangerine leather three-seaters in the reception. There were three short rows of the seats to the right of the reception room, an elevated receptionist's desk occupied the left side of the room opposite them and the professional's door stood at the end of the room on that side.

The young couple in front of her tittered again and she looked up from her phone. The twosome spotted bottle-red hair and looked to be about twenty one. Twenty three tops. There bright heads were