ABANST by Michael Panetta After dinner, Suzanna undressed her sister Maddie, then hefted her from the wheelchair to the shower chair. “The therapy app is helping,” Maddie said as she squirted body wash onto a loofah. “That’s great, Maddie.” Suzanna faked a smile. “Really.” “Isn’t it, though? You should download it. Our insurance covers it. It’ll help you deal with the ethically questionable shitshow you call a ‘job.’” Suzanna began lathering shampoo into Maddie’s hair. “I’m already violating the NDA by telling you about work. I can’t risk my job by talking to a therapist.” Since the government evisceration of Medicare, Maddie was on Suzanna’s health insurance plan, which her employer fully paid. Despite the existential tailspin that her job regularly sent her into, Suzanna knew she was incredibly lucky to have it; she could never afford Maddie’s coverage otherwise, and finding another job that offered fully paid coverage was proving difficult. “I’m sure a therapist would keep work-re...
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