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was American as apple pie...whatever that means. She had recently graduated from nursing school, very nice, but she was just like the others, and didn’t believe Eva was having visions. But Kate never treated her like a freak or someone to be studied. 
    Eva turned to the nurse. “No way! You’re the beautiful one, not me.” 
    Kate had glossy chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders. Her green eyes weren’t as electric as Eva’s, but a mossy green, like the color of a not-so-scary bog. 
    The nurse shook her head. “Please! I have to wear clown paint to not look like a zombie! Look at these bags,” she said, pointing to the slightly puffy sacs below her eyes.
    “You just need to get more sleep and stop worrying about men!”
    Eva and Kate would talk for hours about men: what they really wanted in a relationship, why they never called when they said they would, why they never held doors open for women anymore, why they thought gift cards were a suitable present for Valentine’s Day. 
    In the end, Eva and Kate decided they still didn’t understand men. But Eva had never had a boyfriend. That was gorgeous Soledad who had a boyfriend every week it seemed. Eva tried not to think of her, saddened at their broken friendship, and the fact that she may never see her again, now that she was to leave Miami. But it was hard to forget about a decade long friendship.
    “I know! Do you remember Jake?” Kate asked.
    Eva left the mirror and sat down on the other available roll-around chair with a wobbly wheel, placing her well-worn brush and tube of lipstick on the desk surface. 
    “You mean that guy who looks like a hobo?”
    “He does not look like a hobo,” Kate argued, unconvincingly. 
    “Well, from that picture you showed me, yeah, he kinda does.”
    Kate raised her hands. “Okay, I’ll admit…he sorta looks like a hobo.”
    “It’s the beard.” Eva slapped her hands to her cheeks. “It’s way too long.”
    “I know! He said that by not shaving it, he’s thumbing his nose up at society.”
    Eva furrowed her brow. “You’re losing sleep? Over this guy?”
    Kate groaned. “He’s really nice though.”
    “I’m sure you can find a nice guy that actually shaves. Hey, maybe you shouldn’t shave either!”
    Kate furrowed her brow, thinking. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll tell him, ‘If you’re not gonna shave, then I’m not gonna shave, buddy,’ and see how he likes that!”
    “He won’t ’cause guys don’t like gals with hairy legs,” Eva pointed out.
    “That’s true,” Kate agreed, nodding.
    “Ahem!” Someone bellowed near them.
    Eva and Kate turned in their roll-around chairs to see Dr. Lang, reeking of mint-flavored coffee. He looked down at them from their lowly position behind the nurses’ station desk. 
    His facial tick jumped. “It’s lunch time,” he said gruffly. “Eva needs to eat before she…leaves us.”
    Eva didn’t detect one hint of sadness. Dr. Lang looked as if he had failed. She imagined a large group of lab coat-wearing psychiatrists, sitting around a table, laughing their asses off about poor old Dr. Quincy Lang, who after a year, still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Eva Nolan.
    Kate jumped right up. “Yes, Doctor.” She turned to Eva with wide, desperate eyes. “Let’s eat lunch.”
    Eva smiled. This was her last day. Dr. Lang didn’t worry her.
    In the cafeteria, which looked like a slightly cleaner version of a prison mess hall, she could only take one bite of her egg salad sandwich, and it wasn’t for the fact that the cafeteria staff put way too much mayo in it—she was just too excited.
    “Dr. Lang will fuss at me if you don’t eat the whole sandwich,” Kate warned her.
    Eva waved her off. “Tell him I did. What? Is he spying on us?” 
    They both furrowed their brows at the possibility, and then looked towards the entrance doors. Nope. No lurking, twitchy-faced, whisky-sipping psychiatrist.
    “Still,