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Omniscient
Megan walks into the pharmacy and greets Sheryl, an older woman who works behind the counter with her on Thursdays. It's a slow morning so Megan sits at her designated desk area and moves some documents and file folders to the side to get her laptop out so she can study. She took up CCI in high school so she got an associates to be able to be a pharmacist, she's gone to get her bachelors and masters to be a psychologist.
"Nice to see you working towards your degree, Dr. Pete."
"I see you got some rhymes on you." Megan chuckles as the older woman pulls a stool to sit nearby and opens up her can of 7 up. "How you been Miss Sheryl?"
"I've been good."
She woman slides and glides her tongue against her dentures and even pops them out for a second to adjust them when Megan turns the other way to log into her laptop. She's an older black woman that Megan sees as a third grandma.
"This is all you have to do?"
"Yeah." Megan nods in disbelief herself too.
She expected to just have to learn about psychology but she still has a math class and it's beating her ass. She doesn't wanna lose any scholarships so she needs to find a way to get it together. She actually enjoys the social aspect of college very much but she can't go off to a party if her work isn't done. However, she's found enjoyment in studying her major after all the difficult part of math, literature and other core classes have been taken care of. She enjoys being in a room full of likeminded people that desire to do different and better and hopefully change the generations to come, especially since people are more and more open to attending therapy and actually getting help.
Their attention is grabbed by some cops who come up to the counter. They are your typical, tall, balding, cigarette adducted cops with sunglasses and every gadget under the sun attached to their waists and chest.
"Hello, may I help y'all?" Sheryl asks gently.
"Hello maam. Who all is here?" He shows off his badge. "We have some questions to ask."
Megan and Sheryl are both immediately frightened. There's a teen working the cash register a few feet to the left, he looks a little worried. Sheryl wipes off her hands. As one of the older people there, that protective instinct dials in for her.
"Sure, of what kind?"
Sheryl is the first they pull to the side.
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Late spring 2016
It's Megan's day off. Like an actual day off. No work and no work to finish for school. She's relieved that she can just relax.
