“I’m a tired woman, and I’ve got too much on my plate to continue to hold this grudge. I forgive you, and I am sorry, too.” She releases my hand, and I stare at her in bewilderment. “You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?” “Because I was a bitch to you. I shouldn’t have made fun of your taste, and I shouldn’t have said what I did about you not looking the part of a paramedic. Honestly, I would’ve rather had you as a paramedic over those two.”
