In A Good Case, Cynthia W. Hammer weaves a powerful tale of several families who have senior relatives in need of care. After being in the caregiving business for over ten years, Sheila Price is married and a compassionate caregiver who has difficulty in the highs and lows of life. Feeling the loss of clients along the way, she courageously journey’s through Philadelphia into Los Angeles, seeking work in her field. As the caregiver and seniors’ lives intertwine, Sheila discovers an exchange of wrong attitudes and words can cost you your career. The only saving grace is her coworker named Gladys Crenshaw. The two share a warm friendship out of a desperate need to be understood while hustling as caregivers in the workforce. Cynthia W. Hammer is author and radio host of The Hammering Away show, whose broadcast can be heard in San Bernardino, California. She is also a member of a nondenominational church, and a follower of Jesus Christ. She is from Baltimore, Maryland, and supports many community outreach programs. She is also an inspirational and motivational speaker on bullying and faith. Cynthia has received several awards including the Irwin Award Best in Marketing for her first novel, Iceburg, and for diligently completing an East and West coast book signing tour. The author has made front page headlines and has published several articles in the local paper. Cynthia W. Hammer resides in Southern California and is a well-known author throughout. Her first novel, Iceburg, is available at Authorhouse and other online retailers. A Good Case By Cynthia W. Hammer AuthorHouse Copyright © 2016 Cynthia W. Hammer All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-5246-4201-3 CHAPTER 1 Sheila waited for someone to answer at the number she had just punched in her phone. She looked outside her kitchen window and gazed at the rolling hills of Pennsylvania. "Cushing Senior Care Agency," answered a woman in a loud and squeaky voice. "Yes, good morning. My name is Sheila Price ... Are you hiring?" Sheila glanced at her wedding photo taken 13 years ago. Comparing herself from then to now, she wondered how time added weight to what was once a small frame. Then she remembered how long she had been in the business. Has it been 10 years already? She calculated as she awaited the woman's response. She slowly repositioned the phone underneath her hair and inhaled. "Do you have any experience?" the woman asked. "Yes," she answered attentively. "Then come on in and fill out an application. Can you come in today?" Sheila pulled up a sleeve on her robe and looked at her watch. It's 10:00 a.m. "Uh ... yeah," she responded reluctantly. "What time did you have in mind?" "1:00 p.m.," the woman said. "What is the address?" "1555 North Newbury Street." Shoot, that's heading toward downtown Philly. "Uh, OK, I can be there." Sheila hung up the phone, delighted to have made contact. "Let's see ... an hour and a half to get there; it'll take an hour to get dressed," she thought out loud. Disappointed, Sheila poured her third cup of coffee down the drain; it wasn't something she normally did; however, she thought it might not be best to show up with caffeine jitters. Conscious of the time passing quickly, she pulled her wet, curly tresses into her usual work bun and thought about her interview. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened her closet door in search of her two expensive designer suits. Sheila couldn't afford many clothes; nevertheless, she believed in buying the best of the best. Without hesitation, she would spend her hard earned money for one expensive outfit before purchasing five of less of quality. She grabbed her blue pantsuit, edged with a pink satin lining. She decided that was the best one since it appropriately neutralized her curvy figure. Then she paired it with a traditional white blouse. Not so bad, she approved as she spun around to admire her 5'8", full-figured frame in the mirror. Wait, it's June, she quickly reconsidered, I will not need this. Sheila shimmied out of the jacket and tossed it over her shoulder where it landed on the chest at the foot of her bed. She took one final look in the mirror – black don't crack – glad she didn't have to cover her radiant caramel skin with makeup. She pressed her lips against each other after adorning them with plum lipstick. Bracing the wall, she then slipped on her dark blue dress pumps and took off running down the stairs and out the side door to the garage. She made her way to Highway 94. As she merged onto Lincoln Highway, traffic crept along until it came to a sudden halt, gridlocked for four miles. Sheila inched her way toward downtown Philadelphia. In route, Sheila noticed a car which appeared to have run out of fuel right before the exit ramp that would lead drivers to the Dumas gas station. There's the stupid culprit, thought Sheila, rubbernecking like the other drivers. Gripping the steering wheel with two sweaty hands, she progressed slowly, easing past the aban