For every single mother working three jobs. . . .
The hulking figure across the table glared at Howard Collins, pointed at him, and said, “Hey, I pay your salary, man. You have no right to hold out on me. You know damn well I’m allergic to Tramadol. I need Percocet. I’m in pain! Can’t you see that?” Howard considered the irony. He had spent several years and $140,000 on his education to secure his job as a physician assistant,