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“Nana, you don’t understand, he’s the most successful guy I know. He’s one of the most sought-after tattoo artists in theworld. He was just in New York filming a reality show that he’s the judge of.”
“But wasn’t he coming here for PT? Didn’t he get into an accident so he can’t tattoo anymore?”
“Yeah, but… he has to know that’s not what I meant.”
“So heisa mind reader?”
Kennedy shook her head. Nana didn’t understand what was happening. Seb couldn’t have thought that he wasn’t the man she wanted because he didn’t have a college degree or a traditional full-time job, could he?
Nana’s eyes were drooping, and Kennedy could see the dark circles under them. She reached out and grabbed her hand. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, Bunny.”
“I promise. I will”
Nana drifted off to sleep and Kennedy sat with her for about an hour, mostly thinking about what she’d said. The more she thought about it, the more she knew there was no way Seb actually thought that a diploma or conventional job might be a deal breaker.
She’d planned on visiting longer but she was actually not feeling so great herself. She was tired and achy. Maybe something was going around. She figured she better not push it since she had Laura’s wedding in six days.
She quietly left Nana’s room and was walking down the steps to the parking lot when she heard Marlene call her name. “Kennedy.”
“Sorry, I wanted to catch you before you left, but I was on the phone.”
Kennedy walked back up and into the building.
“What’s up?”
“It’s regarding your bill. Jan wanted to see you.”
“Jan? Okay.” She’d only met Jan briefly when Nana was first admitted. She’d gone over all of the expenses and Kennedy had to sign that she would be responsible for payment if Nana’s Medicaid didn’t cover it.
This talk must mean that it didn’t cover it. She’d been waiting for this day. For the other financial shoe to drop. As far as assisted living facilities went, this one was on the higher end. It was because it was the best. Nana deserved the best. Even if that meant Kennedy would have to get a second job. She’d bartended when she was in college. She could do that again.
Marlene showed Kennedy to Jan’s office.
Jan smiled widely as Kennedy lowered down in the seat that faced her desk. “Hi, thanks for coming in. I just wanted to speak about the error in billing last month.”
“The billing error?”
Kennedy hadn’t been billed for anything since Nana had arrived. She assumed that was because her Medicaid had covered all of it.
“Yes.” Jan nodded as she typed on the keyboard and looked at her screen. “There was a glitch in the system that affected your auto payment. It shows that we double-billed. So, we can handle that one of two ways. We can credit it to your account and you won’t be billed next month, or I can cut you a check.”
Kennedy stared at Jan with what she was sure was a blank expression. She had no clue what the woman was talking about. “I’m sorry, I think there must be a mistake. I don’t have any auto-payment set up. Nana’s expenses are covered by Medicaid.”
Jan looked back at her screen. “Medicaid does cover a small percentage, I think around ten. But the remaining balance is deducted from your account each month.”
Kennedy kept an eye on her bank account, but not as diligently as she probably should. Maybe a payment had been taken out without her knowing.
“How much is it for?”
Jan looked back at the screen. “Six thousand, four hundred and seventy-five dollars.”.
“Six thousand and…” Kennedy felt like she couldn’t breathe. “I don’t have…that amount has not been taken out of my account every month.”
Kennedy was starting to panic. What if there had been an even bigger glitch in the system and they thought they were deducting that amount every month, but really it was a clerical error? What if she was now going to owe, not only six thousand dollars a month, but also back payment for all the months she hadn’t paid?
Jan must have seen her reaction, because she said, “Hold on a second.”
She stood and walked over to a large filing cabinet. She pulled open the third drawer and pulled out a file folder. “I’m still old school and like to keep a paper trail.”
