Tinsley was waiting in line, waiting for her appointment with the doctor.
She looked around at all the women. Some were really fancy looking, could be very rich ones.
Some were with their husband, friend or boyfriend or partner, whatever they preferred to be called...she felt a bit conscious, sitting all by herself, pretending to read their brochure.
She had read it more than several times. She had visited their website and gone through all their terms and conditions.
She had been thinking it for a while...about two weeks now and did not dare to get an appointment until she heard, Bethany, the head cook from the diner, she was going through it.
Bethany had been out of a three years abusive relationship and ever since she could not get in one, or even think of going to date and she was not getting any younger...as they had said basically women go through this who felt like they were running out of time, not getting any younger.
