Jack of Harts

There are a lot of medical programs in Minnesota, and Rosalie and Rosalind wanted to learn from all of them. So they spent a year here and a year there, mining every medical college in the State for everything they could teach. Rochester, Duluth, Grand Forks, Minneapolis, and more. They even bounced through some community colleges that had close relationships with the local hospitals to suck in their specific knowledge. I followed them through every jump. They’d broken up with their boyfriends from Alabama or whatever, and I’d be an awful poor friend if I didn’t watch their backs and vet any prospective boyfriends. And of course they figured it was their job to check out all the girls I chased too. We really watched each others’ backs.