“Hey, I’m not judging. You should see my linen closet. I
think I have one in every color of the rainbow.”
“Pink?”
“Well, not pink.”
I laughed and opened my door,
setting the camera bags just inside, then held out my arms for the giant quilt.
He handed it over, his arm brushing mine as he did.
“You got it?”
“I’m good. Thanks for the ride. And
helping me with my stuff.”
We stood staring in silence for a
few seconds.
“Of course. I better head in. See
you in the morning?”
I thought, then remembered, “Right,
Mass. Of course.”
He gave me a big grin before saying
good night and heading up the walk. I closed the door and lugged my stuff
upstairs. I looked out of the giant bedroom windows just as Jack was walking up
the back porch steps to his house. I kicked off my boots and clothes, threw on
my sweatpants and climbed into bed, cuddling with my new comforter and quilt.
Chapter 14
“So you actually went to school to
be a psychiatrist?”
I sat across from the town doctor, a
short man with salt and pepper hair and a nasally voice. I had received a call
from Sister Marjorie informing me that I should meet with the doctor to see if
I could help at the town hospital, or at least that’s what she called it. In
reality, it wasn’t much more than a few rooms, barely a clinic.
“Actually, I wasn’t sure what I
wanted to be, but yes, my degree is in Psychiatry.”
The doctor looked down at the paper
in front of him, then up at me. “Not too sure we need that kind of expertise
here.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m happy to help
with whatever’s needed. I do have some basic nursing skills as well. I did a
volunteer stint in Haiti, so I do have real world experience with some basic
stuff – wound care, nothing too fancy.”
“You realize this isn’t a paid
position. And I won’t be having you treat patients in any way. You probably
won’t do more than file papers, order supplies, things like that.”
I nodded. “I understand. I just want
to help in any way I can.”
The doctor stood up and extended his
hand. “Well, in that case, Miss Quinn, welcome to Ruth Valley Hospital. It’s
generally slow here, so I can just call you when I need an extra set of hands
to take care of things.”
“That sounds great, Dr. Matthews.”
He shook his head. “Well, you go on
for now and I’ll be in touch.”
I headed out of his office, through
the empty waiting room and out to the sidewalk. He didn’t seem too thrilled
about my help, but I wanted to make it clear that I was willing to help where I
could in town. To that end, I started towards the bookstore, just a block away.
As I pushed the door open, I was
greeted by a middle aged woman sitting behind a desk. Reading glasses sat on
the edge of her nose, a book in her hand. “May I help you?”
“Actually, Jack told me I should
come by. He said you were looking for some help around the shop?”
The woman set her book down on the
desk. “Yes, I am actually. When can you start?”
“ S oon, I guess. You didn’t
want to ask me any questions?”
“If Jack sent you, I am sure you are
lovely.” She got up out of her chair in a rush and started to wrap a scarf
around her neck. “Any chance you could start now? I’d love to go get some
errands done.”
I shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Wonderful.” She whizzed past to the
door. “My name is Joan. I’ll be back in two hours. Payday is every other
Friday.”
Before I could say anything she was
out the door. I stood in the front of the bookstore, looking around. I had no
idea what I was supposed to do, so I wandered around looking at the books. When
I found one on state photography, I took it to the desk and started to thumb
through it.
Inside the book there were gorgeous
photos of foliage, foliage I reminded myself to take advantage of while living
here. Trees were just beginning to turn red and gold, early for this area, so
it wouldn’t be long at all before the town was surrounded
think I have one in every color of the rainbow.”
“Pink?”
“Well, not pink.”
I laughed and opened my door,
setting the camera bags just inside, then held out my arms for the giant quilt.
He handed it over, his arm brushing mine as he did.
“You got it?”
“I’m good. Thanks for the ride. And
helping me with my stuff.”
We stood staring in silence for a
few seconds.
“Of course. I better head in. See
you in the morning?”
I thought, then remembered, “Right,
Mass. Of course.”
He gave me a big grin before saying
good night and heading up the walk. I closed the door and lugged my stuff
upstairs. I looked out of the giant bedroom windows just as Jack was walking up
the back porch steps to his house. I kicked off my boots and clothes, threw on
my sweatpants and climbed into bed, cuddling with my new comforter and quilt.
Chapter 14
“So you actually went to school to
be a psychiatrist?”
I sat across from the town doctor, a
short man with salt and pepper hair and a nasally voice. I had received a call
from Sister Marjorie informing me that I should meet with the doctor to see if
I could help at the town hospital, or at least that’s what she called it. In
reality, it wasn’t much more than a few rooms, barely a clinic.
“Actually, I wasn’t sure what I
wanted to be, but yes, my degree is in Psychiatry.”
The doctor looked down at the paper
in front of him, then up at me. “Not too sure we need that kind of expertise
here.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m happy to help
with whatever’s needed. I do have some basic nursing skills as well. I did a
volunteer stint in Haiti, so I do have real world experience with some basic
stuff – wound care, nothing too fancy.”
“You realize this isn’t a paid
position. And I won’t be having you treat patients in any way. You probably
won’t do more than file papers, order supplies, things like that.”
I nodded. “I understand. I just want
to help in any way I can.”
The doctor stood up and extended his
hand. “Well, in that case, Miss Quinn, welcome to Ruth Valley Hospital. It’s
generally slow here, so I can just call you when I need an extra set of hands
to take care of things.”
“That sounds great, Dr. Matthews.”
He shook his head. “Well, you go on
for now and I’ll be in touch.”
I headed out of his office, through
the empty waiting room and out to the sidewalk. He didn’t seem too thrilled
about my help, but I wanted to make it clear that I was willing to help where I
could in town. To that end, I started towards the bookstore, just a block away.
As I pushed the door open, I was
greeted by a middle aged woman sitting behind a desk. Reading glasses sat on
the edge of her nose, a book in her hand. “May I help you?”
“Actually, Jack told me I should
come by. He said you were looking for some help around the shop?”
The woman set her book down on the
desk. “Yes, I am actually. When can you start?”
“ S oon, I guess. You didn’t
want to ask me any questions?”
“If Jack sent you, I am sure you are
lovely.” She got up out of her chair in a rush and started to wrap a scarf
around her neck. “Any chance you could start now? I’d love to go get some
errands done.”
I shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Wonderful.” She whizzed past to the
door. “My name is Joan. I’ll be back in two hours. Payday is every other
Friday.”
Before I could say anything she was
out the door. I stood in the front of the bookstore, looking around. I had no
idea what I was supposed to do, so I wandered around looking at the books. When
I found one on state photography, I took it to the desk and started to thumb
through it.
Inside the book there were gorgeous
photos of foliage, foliage I reminded myself to take advantage of while living
here. Trees were just beginning to turn red and gold, early for this area, so
it wouldn’t be long at all before the town was surrounded
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