“The attending physician wants a pediatric gynecology consult,” I said, setting my purse on the counter.

“And the triage nurse downstairs told me three reminder calls went to your cell phone last month.”

Daniel capped his pen with a sharp snap.

“I told you yesterday that I talked to the walk-in clinic.”

“The hospital computer shows you manually declined three automated reminders from St.

Jude,” I said.

He laid both palms flat on the table and pushed his chair back six inches.

“You don’t understand how our medical policy works on a guidance secretary’s salary, Rebecca.”