(Untitled), by Amy Friedman

Jana’s head dropped to her hands. “Oh brrrother,” she groaned.
Phil looked up. “What is it?”
“All these bloody acronyms!” she wailed. “They’re driving me crazy.”
Phil walked around the partner’s desk to where Jana sat, and gently rubbed her neck.
“That bad, huh?” he said.
Jana sat up straight. “Get this: LLETZ. LEEP. OCP. CIN. LSIL. HSIL – all that just on Page 2,” she said.
“That is a lot,” he said.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m afraid to read any further.”
“What’s this topic?” he asked, hands at Jana’s temples, thumbs pressing gently..
“Another acronym?”
“No escape,” she said.


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