Back to You(2)


Deborah laughed, a musical trill, and Lauren continued. “But I couldn’t leave education, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not working with children anymore. And so here I am.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Lauren added quickly. “I know this will be work. But it’s different than a primary school. I can devote myself to my kids fully during the day, but I’ll still be able to devote myself to my degree at night and on the weekends. I can give a hundred percent to both things.”
Deborah looked down at the closed folder, and for a moment, the room was silent. Lauren began to wonder if perhaps she had said the wrong thing. selective amnesia when it comes to Del7 shoulder
“You know,” Deborah finally said, taking a deep breath. “When I received your résumé, I loved you on paper.”
Lauren swallowed, her eyes on the woman, trying to read her. “And forgive me for saying this, because it might be unprofessional… but after meeting you, I absolutely adore you.”
Lauren exhaled heavily, a relieved laugh escaping her lips. “Oh thank God,” she said softly, and Deborah laughed.
“What do you say we put an end to this stuffy interview process? When can you start?”
“Really?” Lauren asked, her eyebrows in her hairline. “Just like that?”
“You’re not that surprised, are you? I’ve already called your references. I think they wanted to put a hit out on me for stealing you.”
Lauren laughed, blushing slightly, and Deborah continued. “You are so beyond qualified for this job, it’s ridiculous. And I can sense your passion for kids, your passion for what you do. You’ll be a perfect fit here.”
“Wow, thank you so much,” Lauren said. “I don’t know what to say.”
Deborah quirked her brow and Lauren added quickly, “No, no! I mean I know what to say. The answer is yes. Yes, I want the job.”
“Wonderful,” Deborah said as she pushed back her chair and stood. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow? We’ll walk you through some of our procedures in the morning, and then we’ll just throw you to the sharks and see if you can swim,” she added with a wink.
“That sounds perfect,” Lauren said, standing and extending her hand. “Really Mrs. Sayer, thank you so much.”
“Call me Deb,” she said. “I look forward to having you on staff.”

“You got it?” Lauren’s mother squealed into the phone. “That’s wonderful! Oh, honey, I’m so proud of you! When do you start?”
“Tomorrow,” Lauren said, glancing in her rearview mirror before switching lanes to make the right turn onto East Bishop Street.
“Well, good luck, but you won’t need it. Daddy and I will be sending you good vibes.”
“Thanks Mom,” Lauren laughed. “Okay, I gotta go. I’m pulling into the chiropractor’s office.”
“Is today your first appointment?”
“Yes,” Lauren said, and she knew her mother would be able to detect the anxiety in her voice.
“You’ll be fine, Laur. These doctors are trained professionals, and you said he got a good recommendation, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll feel so much better afterward, you’ll wonder why you didn’t do this years ago.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Lauren said, cutting the engine.
“Call me later tonight, let me know how it goes, okay?”
“Alright. Love you, Mom. Talk soon.”
“Love you too. Bye-bye.”
Lauren ended the call and took a deep breath, tying her dark auburn hair back into a ponytail as she glanced out of the window at the office building.
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She’d had issues with her back ever since she was a teenager, but being a gymnast always came with injuries. It was never so bad that she couldn’t perform or compete; it was just something she had to pay a little extra attention to every now and then. Occasionally it would spasm, but after a few days of rest and stretching, she’d be as good as new.
Lately, however, that wasn’t the case. It took her longer to recover from the spasms, and it took less and less to set them off. Lauren had always been intimidated by chiropractors; the idea of letting someone move her spine around was very daunting, and up until now, she had avoided it. But she had read an article the other day about degenerative spinal disorders and how a common cause was untreated back injuries, and that was enough to scare her straight.
One of the girls in her class this summer had recommended her chiropractor, Dr. Adam Wells. She said he worked wonders and was friendly and comforting, and she promised he would put her at ease immediately.

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