The inside of her house was completely modern and clean. It wasn't cluttered at all. Only a handful of pictures adorned one wall, and the ones with Heather in them were fairly recent. This was not a woman who lived in the past. She ushered us into her living room and had us take a seat. The sectional was leather, and it looked new. I knew it hadn't come from Heather's apartment.
"Can I get you kids something to drink?" she asked us.
"Yes, please," Trina replied.
"Yes ma'am," I echoed.
She brought us two tall glasses of lemonade and sat facing us. Neither Trina nor I knew where to start, so Nurse Hamilton started for us.
"I am not a medical doctor, so I can't write you a prescription for birth control pills," she stated bluntly.
"We knew that," I said.
I was surprised that I wasn't e
