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“Name?” He asks as the door shuts.
“Kendall Jameson,” I clear my throat and answer.
“Ah, Ms. Jameson. That’s right. I have your results right here.” He flips some pages over his clipboard and then I see his eyes scan the page. “Your results came back negative.”
A whoosh of air releases, and my body relaxes in the chair.
“Now, a few questions, have you felt nauseous?” I shake my head. “Have you had any gastro issues?”
“No, sir.”
He looks back to his clipboard. “Shortness of breath or consistent coughing?”
“None,” I reply.
He places the clipboard down and looks to me. “If you should witness anyone who does not look well, or you overhear any conversations pertaining to such, I ask that it is reported. The age old saying of ‘If you see something, say something,’ is what we’re putting into play here.”
“I can do that. Is there something or someone that we should worry about? Is there someone who is infected here?”
“I’m sorry Ms. Jameson. That is classified information which goes above my pay grade. All directions and information come from the commander and we’ve been instructed to allow information to be disseminated from him. I wish I could put you at ease, but I am only allowed to provide certain information,” he says apologetically.
“How about this, blink once for yes and blink twice for no.” I smile.
“Funny. Keep the positive attitude and humor.” He stands up and I follow suit.
“Thank you, sir.” I say before exiting the room.
Outside the door, leaning against the wall with his leg bent, and arms crossed, stands Mr. James. He sees me coming out and stands to his full height.
Shocked, I turn to him.
He is a handsome man.
“Your results?” he asks stepping forward.
“Negative,” I reply.
He releases a sigh of relief and nods. “Thank goodness, I’m Levi.”
“I’m Kendall. Look, I would shake your hand, but germs.” I say shoving my hands in my back pockets.
“So, are you a local here?” he asks with a laugh.
“No, I’m from Tempe, Arizona. I was just passing through on the way back from Texas.”
We begin walking. “What brought you in here though? Are you here for a pit stop?”
“Well, it could be considered as a pit stop, but my best friend is one of the managers. What about you? Are you local?”
“We’re about an hour north of here, but local. Sounds like a shit time to make a pit stop.” He says.
“I know, I thought that there was a little more time and that things would get bad by the time I got home. I didn’t know how serious all this was until those doors slid closed.”
“Well, I will be honest and tell you that I am glad that you made the pit stop,” he says.
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