Mixed Nuts

Previously

…Dr. Sharma, with a sigh that was more contentment than weariness, drained the last of her herbal tea, the lingering warmth a small counterpoint to the delightful, and utterly predictable, disarray of her patients. The order she sought was not the absence of chaos, she mused, but the ability to navigate it, one eccentric interaction at a time. And as Agnes exited with her usual rigid precision, a single, stray peacock feather detached itself from Penny’s hat and drifted, almost imperceptibly, towards the pristine white of Agnes’s impeccably clean trouser leg. The chaos, it seemed, was always finding a way.