BIOL1008 Lecture Notes - Lecture 13: Stout, Helen Baxendale
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The light blue baggy top and pants that i was wearing, matched the bed sheets. A little square window made of dense glass in the door. My inner monologue was interrupted by a shrill bell and shortly after i heard footsteps outside the door. She wore heels that were too small, a patterned blouse on top of a patterned skirt and had the brightest ginger hair i had ever seen. I wondered why i was there, who she was and why on earth she would wear pattern on pattern. Kenzie, sweetie, how are you feeling today? the stout woman asked in a maternal voice. Who are you and how do you know my name? i demanded in a voice much louder than i had intended it. We"re serving breakfast in the west wing in 5 minutes. Would you like me to escort you there now? she asked patronizingly.
