by Robyn Carr
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Author: Robyn Carr
“You’re all right?”
“Well…This will probably make you perversely happy,” Mel told her. “You were right. I shouldn’t have done this. I was nuts. As usual. ”
“Is it terrible?”
“Well, it definitely started out terrible—the free housing turned out to be a fallingdown hovel and the doctor is a mean old coot who doesn’t want any help in his practice. I was on my way out of town when—you’ll never believe this—someone left an abandoned newborn on the doctor’s porch. But things have improved, if slightly. I’m staying for at least a few more days to help with the baby. The old doc wouldn’t wake up to those middle-of-the-night hunger cries. Oh, Joey, my first impression of him is that he was the poorest excuse for a town doctor I’d ever met. Mean as a snake, rude as sour milk. Fortunately, working with those L. A. medical residents, especially those dicky surgeons, prepared me nicely. ”
“Okay, that was your first impression. How has it changed?”
“He proves tractable. Since my housing was uninhabitable, I’m staying in the guest room in his house. It’s actually set up to be the only hospital room in town. This house is fine—clean and functional. There could be a slight inconvenience at any moment—
a young woman who asked me to deliver her first baby will be having it here—in my bedroom, which I share with the abandoned baby. Picture this—a post-partum patient and a full nursery. ”
“And you will sleep where?”
“I’ll probably hang myself up in a corner and sleep standing up. But that’s only if she delivers within the next week, while I’m still here. Surely a family will turn up to foster this baby soon. Although, I wouldn’t mind a birth. A sweet, happy birth to loving, excited, healthy parents…”
“You don’t have to stay for that,” Joey said firmly. “It’s not as though they don’t have a doctor. ”
“I know—but she’s so young. And she was so happy, thinking there was a woman doctor here who could deliver her rather than this ornery old man. ”
“Mel, I want you to get in your car and drive. Come to us. Where we can look after you for a while. ”
“I don’t need looking after,” she said with a laugh. “Work helps. I need to work. Whole hours go by without thinking about Mark. ”
“How are you doing with that?”
She sighed deeply. “That’s another thing. No one here knows, so no one looks at me with those sad, pitying eyes. And since they don’t look at me that way, I don’t crumble so often. At least, not where anyone can see. ”
“Oh, Mel, I wish I could comfort you somehow…”
“But Joey, I have to grieve this, it’s the only way. And I have to live with the fact that I might never be over it. ”
“I hope that’s not true, Mel. I know widows. I know widows who have remarried and are happy. ”
“We’re not going there,” she said. Then Mel told Joey about what she knew of the town, about all the people who’d been drifting into Doc’s house just to get a look at her, about Jack and Preacher. And about how many more stars there were out here. The mountains; the air, so clean and sharp it almost took you by surprise. About the people who came to the doctor bringing things, like tons of food, a lot of which went right across the street to the bar where Preacher used it in his creations; about how Jack refused to take a dime from either Doc or Mel for food or drink. Anyone who cared for the town had a free meal ticket over there.
“But it’s very rural. Doc put in a call to the county social services agency, but I gather we’re on a waiting list—they may not figure out foster care for who knows how long. Frankly, I don’t know how the old doc made it without any help all these years. ”
“People nice?” Joey asked. “Other than the doctor?”
“The ones I’ve met—very. But the main reason I called, besides letting you know that I’m safe, is to tell you I’m on the old doc’s phone—the cell just isn’t going to work out here. I’ll give you the number. ”
“Well,” Joey said. “At least you sound okay. In fact, you sound better than you have in a long time. ”
“Like I said, there are patients. Challenges. I’m a little keyed up. The very first day, I was left alone here with the baby and the key to the drug cabinet and told to see any patients who wandered in. No training, nothing. About thirty people came—just to say hello and visit. That’s what you hear in my voice. Adrenaline. ”
“Adrenaline again. I thought you swore off. ”
Mel laughed. “It’s a completely different brand. ”
“So—when you wrap it up there, you’ll come to Colorado Springs?”
“I don’t have any better ideas,” Mel said.
“When?”
“Not sure. In a few days, hopefully. Couple of weeks at the outside. But I’ll call you and let you know when I’m on my way. Okay?”
“Okay. But you really do sound…up. ”
“There’s nowhere around here to get highlights. Some woman in town does hair in her garage, and that’s it,” Mel said.
“Oh, my God,” Joey said. “You’d better wrap it up before you get some ugly roots. ”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. ”
Wednesday, Appointment Day, came and Mel watched the baby and saw a few patients with only minor complaints. One sprained ankle, a bad cold, another prenatal exam, a well-baby check and immunizations. After that there were a couple of walkins—she stitched up a laceration on a ten-year-old’s head and Doc said, “Not bad. ”
Doc made two house calls. They traded off babysitting to walk across the street to Jack’s to eat. The people she met at the bar and those who came into the doctor’s office were pleasant and welcoming. “But this is just temporary,” she was careful to explain. “Doc doesn’t really need any help. ”
Mel put in an order for more diapers with Connie at the corner store. The store was no bigger than a minimart and Mel learned that the locals usually went to the nearest large town for their staples and feed for animals, using the store merely to grab those occasional missing items. There were sometimes hunters or fishermen looking for something. They had a little of everything—from bottled water to socks. But only a few items of each.
“I heard no one’s turned up for that baby yet,” Connie said. “I can’t think of anyone around here who’d have a baby and give it up. ”
“Can you think of anyone who’d have a baby without any medical intervention of any kind? Especially since there’s a doctor in town?”
Connie, a cute little woman probably in her fifties, shrugged. “Women have their babies at home all the time, but Doc’s usually there. We have some isolated families out in the woods—hardly ever show their faces for anything. ” She leaned close and whispered. “Strange people. But I’ve lived here all my life and have never heard of them giving up their children. ”
“How long do you expect the social services intervention to take?”
Connie laughed. “I wouldn’t have the first idea. We run into a problem, we usually all pitch in. It’s not like we ask for a lot of outside help. ”
“Okay, then, how long before you get in a new supply of disposable diapers?”
“Ron makes his supply run once a week, and he’ll do that tomorrow morning. So, by tomorrow afternoon, you should be fixed up. ”
A teenage girl came into the store carrying her book bag—the school bus must have just dropped off. “Ah, my Lizzie,” Connie said. “Mel, this is my niece, Liz. She just got here—she’s going to stay with me for a while. ”
“How do you do?” Mel said.
“Hey,” Liz said, smiling. Her full, long brown hair was teased up high and falling seductively to her shoulders, eyebrows beautifully arched over bright blue eyes, eye makeup thick, her glossy lips full and pouty. Little sex queen, Mel found herself thinking, in her short denim skirt, leather knee-high boots with heels, sweater tugged over full breas
ts and not meeting her waist. Belly-button ring, hmm. “Need me to work awhile?” Liz asked Connie.
“No, honey. Go to the back and start your homework. Your first day was good?”
“Okay, I guess. ” She shrugged. “Nice to meet you,” she said, disappearing into the store’s back room.
“She’s beautiful,” Mel said.
Connie was frowning slightly. “She’s fourteen. ”
Mel’s eyes grew wide as she mouthed the words silently. Fourteen? “Wow,” she whispered to Connie. The girl looked at least sixteen or even seventeen. She could pass for eighteen.
“Yeah. That’s why she’s here. Her mother, my sister, is at the end of her rope with the little hot bottom. She’s a wild one. But that was in Eureka. Not so many places to go wild around here. ” She smiled. “If I could just get her to cover her naked body, I would feel so much better. ”
“I hear ya,” Mel laughed. “May the force be with you. ” But I’d consider birth control, Mel thought.
When Mel had her meals at the bar, if there was no one around she knew, like Connie or her best friend Joy, or Ron or Hope, she would sit up at the bar and talk to Jack while she ate. Sometimes he ate with her. During these meals she learned more about the town, about summer visitors who came for hiking and camping, the hunters and fishermen who passed through during the season—the Virgin was great for fly fishing, a comment that made her giggle. And there was kayaking, which sounded like fun to her.
Ricky introduced her to his grandmother who made a rare dinner appearance. Lydie Sudder was over seventy and had that uncomfortable gait of one who suffered arthritis. “You have a very nice grandson,” Mel observed. “Is it just the two of you?”
“Yes,” she said. “I lost my son and daughter-in-law in an accident when he was just a little thing. I’d sure worry about him if it weren’t for Jack. He’s been looking out for Ricky since he came to town. He looks after a lot of people. ”
“I can sense that about him,” Mel said.
The March sun had warmed the land and brought out the buds. Mel had a fleeting thought that seeing this place in full bloom would be glorious, but then reminded herself that she would miss it. The baby—little Chloe—was thriving and several different women from town had stopped by to offer babysitting services. She realized that she’d been here over a week—and it had passed like minutes. Of course, never getting more than four hours of sleep at a stretch tended to speed up time. She’d found living with Doc Mullins to be more bearable than she would’ve thought. He could be a cantankerous old goat, but she could give it back to him just as well, something he seemed to secretly enjoy.
One day, when the baby was asleep and there were no patients or calls, Doc got out a deck of cards. He shuffled them in his hand and said, “Come on. Let’s see what you got. ” He sat down at the kitchen table and dealt the cards. “Gin,” he said.
“All I know about gin is that you mix it with tonic,” she told him.
“Good. We’ll play for money,” he said.
She sat down at the table. “You plan to take advantage of me,” she said.
“Oh, yes,” he confirmed. And then with a smile so rare, he began to tell her how to play. Pennies for points, he told her. And within an hour she was laughing, winning, and Doc’s expression was getting more sour by the minute, which only made her laugh harder. “Come on,” she said, dealing. “Let’s see what you got. ”
The sound of someone coming through the front door temporarily stopped the game and Mel said, “Sit tight, I’ll see who it is. ” She patted his hand. “Give you time to stack the deck. ”
