Ella ignored her. She didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of answering anymore of Danielle’s questions, she busied herself as she tried to scratch her backside by rocking back and forth in the chair. What she really wanted to do was stick her hand down the pull up and scratch, but she’d have to make due with this.
“Ella, are you okay?” Heather called out from the front desk. Ella gave her a thumbs up and tried to sit still. “I don’t know what to do. Even if I took her back…” Heather said turning back to her conversation. Ella pretended to be interested in the magazines on the table next to her.
“Hold off on that, the doctor will want samples from both of them anyway.” the receptionist said.