And I went to my car, more angry than shaken.
Teeny Fletcher had said not a damn thing about her other son. The one who was completely innocent. She could've said My son had a TBI because of you, and he's losing more of his hearing every day. While not completely accurate, that sentiment would at least be understandable, a mother grieving her child's injury and difficulties.
Instead, she was still fixated on a stupid scholarship.
Nope. She hadn't mentioned Sullivan at all.
17
On the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, Roseline came to Scupper, just about fainted with glee at seeing the houseboat and said she was never leaving. We killed a bottle of rose, ate coconut cake and watched movies till 2:00 a.m.
In the morning, we got dressed, guzzled some coffee and took Boomer downtown to see the boat parade. It was one of Scupper Island's biggest deals. More than a parade, it was our way of welcoming back the summer people, letting them show off their pretty wooden sailboats and Chris-Crafts, their small yachts.
Main Street was decked out in red, white and blue, and Lala's had a sign out front that said Show You Love America: Eat a Donut. Roseline and I had proven our love of country and now made our way through the crowds of people to sit on the rough wooden town dock.
The dock was edged with a thick wooden beam, so little kids and people on bikes wouldn't fall into the drink. We sat on the lip now, as did half the town, our legs dangling over the edge, sugar on our fingertips, the donuts still steaming hot and soft.
"This is so bad for your digestive track," I said, taking another bite.
"Shut up," she said, taking her second out of the bag. "Who cares what you think? You some kind of expert?"
"Oh, there's my friend," I said. "Xiaowen! Over here! We have donuts for you!"
"I thought those were all for me," Roseline muttered, but she smiled and said hi and scootched over to make room as I made the introductions.
"You're so beautiful, Roseline," Xiaowen said. "Nora, you have the most gorgeous friends, don't you?"
"I do," I acknowledged. "People often compliment me on my taste in women."
"Hi," said a voice behind us, and I jumped up.
"Poe! Hi, honey! Hi, Mom! You guys remember Roseline, right?"
"Hello," my mom said stiffly, never comfortable with people she hadn't known her entire life.
Roseline stood up. "Wow, Poe, you probably don't remember me, but I came to visit you with Nora one time."
"I remember," she said shyly. "You bought me a scarf and wrapped my hair up in it."
"That's right! You looked so cute." Rosie smiled and sat back down. "Sit next to me. I love your hair! How long does the color last before it starts to fade?"
Mrs. Krazinski walked over, a donut in her hand, a bag from Lala's in the other. She handed the bag to my mom. "For you, Shar," she said. "One for you, too, Poe, honey." Such a nice lady.
"Hi, Mrs. K," I said.
"Dahlin,' don't you think it's time you started using my first name?"
I laughed. "I don't know if I can."
"Try. It's Donna." Or Donner, if you pronounced it her way. "Mind if I join you ladies?"
"Of course not! Have a seat."
My mom and Mrs. K sat down next to Xiaowen, leaving me square in the middle, Boomer drooling in between the bites of donut I gave him.
This was nice. This was kind of perfect, really--me and my girls. The foghorn sounded, a long, mournful blast, and the parade began. Mr. Brogan, who was a Navy veteran from World War II, was the parade master, and tradition had him in the Miss Magalloway, the old tugboat used during the First and Second World Wars.
A cheer went up, and a lump formed in my throat at the sight of the old man in uniform. We all stood and waved the little American flags the Exchange Club has passed out earlier, and Mr. Brogan saluted.
And there on the deck was Audrey. That's right--the tugboat was owned by the Fletcher family.
"Looking good, Audrey!" I called, and her head turned. A smile lit up her face at the sight of me.
"Hey, Audrey," Poe yelled. "Nice work if you can get it!"
"That's my little pal," I told Roseline. "The one who comes by to visit."
Sullivan was behind the wheel. He looked over at us and pulled the horn three short times, eliciting a cheer.
And, if I wasn't mistaken, smiled at me.
I waved, a chunk of donut still in my hand, and he gave me the Yankee nod--a chin jerk of recognition.
It was enough that I blushed.
The tugboat slipped around the curve of the cove, followed by the lobster boats, which got more calls of recognition from the crowd. Then came the summer nuisance boats, the kind that were for fun only. Being hospitable Yankees, we waved and cheered as they went by, too, but our enthusiasm was a little pale compared to the reception Mr. Brogan got. Obviously.
When the boat parade wound down, we got to our feet. "You guys want to come over tonight?" I asked Mom and Poe. "We're having a nice dinner. Gloria will be there, too. From the clinic? You, too, Mrs. K. Donna, I mean." At my mother's glare, I added, "Women only."
"Sure!" Poe said. Enthusiasm! So thrilling. I'd have to text Audrey, too. And her dad, to make sure it was okay. Maybe he and I would get to talk a little. The idea caused a little tingle in my stomach.
"What we got here?" came a thin, nasty voice. "The United Nations or some such?"
It was Teeny Fletcher, commenting on the shocking fact that there were two nonwhite people in town. She scowled down at Xiaowen. "Aren't you that Oriental who went to school with my sons?"
"I don't know. Am I?" Xiaowen said.
"You all look alike."
"My God," Roseline said. "She did not just say that."
Teeny sneered. "And who are you?"
"This is my best friend in Boston," I said. "Teeny, meet Dr. Roseline Baptiste. Roseline, our postmistress, Teeny Fletcher."
"I always thought you had the prettiest name, Roseline," my mother said. Unusual for her to compliment someone. Maybe she was mellowing, after all.
"Thanks, Mrs. Stuart," Rosie said. "I'll tell my mom you said so."
"Gettin' pretty snooty over here," Teeny observed. "All these doctors."
"Lucky for you, in case you get sick," I said.
"Like I'd go see you," she said. "I'd go to Portland, thank you very much."
She turned hard, and her elbow hit me in the stomach. I stumbled back, and something was behind my heels--shit, it was the lip of the dock! Then I was in the air, falling, and I could see Roseline's horrified face. The hard water smacked my back, and then I was under and freezing. My scalp ached instantly. The cold would be good for inflammation and bruises, I thought, still sinking. My eyes stung, my arms floated at the side of my head.
Then I touched bottom, pushed off and rose through the greenish, frigid water to the air and noise.
"Are you okay? Nora! Are you all right?" people were shouting.
"I'm fine!" I called, spitting out salt water, gagging a little. Gah. I could taste diesel fuel from the boats, too. Lovely.
Well. Best get out of the water. I started a feeble breaststroke to the shore. My brain did a quick assessment. Head, eyes, ears, nose and throat: normal. Neck: supple (if cold). Heart and lungs: so far, so good. Abdomen: full of donut. Extremities: in working order, though pretty damn cold right about now. Neurologic: I seemed normal to me. I'd have Rosie check me out when I got on shore. My back stung from the slap of the water, but otherwise, I was pretty sure I was okay.
Teeny Fletcher was a bitch. Lucky it was high tide, or the fall would've been ten or twelve feet farther.
Poe ran down to meet me, and my heart squeezed at the sight of her perfect face etched with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I think so. That water is freezing, though." I smiled to reassure her.
She took off her jacket and gave it to me. "Come on. Lean on me."
I did, if only because...well, because she wanted me to.
My mom and friends swarmed me in a concerned little knot. Xiaowen pulled a bit of seaweed from my hair, and Roseline began asking the typical doctor questions--what day it was and so on. I rolled my eyes and answered as she palpated my head, neck and spine.
"No pain anywhere?" she asked.
"Nah," I said, my teeth starting to chatter. "I'm fine."
My mother, who'd been silent until now, whirled on Teeny Fletcher. "You better get an attitude adjustment, and fast, Louanne Peckins," she snarled. Uh-oh. Using Teeny's original name. I couldn't help a smile.
"It was an accid--"
"Shut it," Mom said. "I've had enough of your snipin' and whinin' all these years. Touch my daughter again, and I'll punch you in the gawddamn throat."
My mouth dropped open.
"And I'll kick you," added Poe. "Come on, Nora. You need a hot shower and clean clothes."
And thus, surrounded by women I loved, I was escorted to my car.
Who knew falling off a dock would be, in some ways, the happiest moment of my life?
*
Seven hours later, we were having a rollicking good time up on the top deck of the houseboat. Roseline, Mom, Poe, Donna Krazinski, Xiaowen and Gloria--our little United Nations of womanhood, all of us eating and laughing and talking. I told them about the fun run--Xiaowen and I had come up with a name, Go Far, Be Strong, and Bob Dobbins had signed off on it. Donna thought it was a great idea. Even Mom said she'd help, and Poe only grumbled a little when I asked if she'd run.
"I'm not an exercise freak like you," she said.
"I run four times a week. I'm hardly a freak."
"No, you are," Xiaowen said. "You're right, Poe, but I need someone to run with, so you have to do it, or Serena Williams here will leave us in the dust."
"Serena's a tennis player," Poe said.
"Do you think she can't also run?"
"Good point."
I was on call tonight, so Poe and I were drinking seltzer and cranberry juice--everyone else was having mojitos, made with my very own mint.
Mrs. K was a hoot, something I hadn't known, and she got my mom to tell stories of horrible hotel guests--the man who got locked out of his room with a sock on his penis, the couple who insisted on doing it with the door propped open, the lady who got so drunk she threw up in the bathtub, then climbed in there to sleep.
Rosie and Poe were hitting it off--Rosie was telling Poe about a birth where the baby's hand popped out first, like a little victory fist, and how she had to reach into the mother's vagina with both hands to turn the baby's head so he'd come out without breaking his shoulder. Poe looked suitably awestruck (and nauseous). Good old Roseline--there was no better birth control than gruesome tales from Labor and Delivery.
Audrey had replied to my text earlier--she was doing something with her mom, and she was so sorry not to be able to make it. I just about could hear the wistfulness in her words. She'd have had a great time with us, I thought, trying to squash my not-so-sweet thoughts about her mother and Teeny. But yeah, it might serve her to be around women who were a little nicer than those two.
"So I met someone," Gloria announced as we sat down to eat. "A man who has a job, doesn't live with his grandmother, is good-looking, age appropriate and wants children."
"A unicorn?" I asked, and we all laughed.
"Where'd you meet?" Xiaowen asked.
"When I went back to Boston to see my family last time. He was wearing a green-and-gray rugby shirt--"
"No!" Xiaowen said.
"Dump him," I said.
The rest of them looked confused. "What are you guys talking about?" Poe asked.
"He's a Slytherin," I explained. "Green and silver are the Slytherin colors."
"You're such a dork," Poe said.
"That didn't occur to me," Gloria said, "since I've only read Harry Potter twice, like a normal person. Anyway, we were standing in line at Starbucks, the one by the ferries, you know? And the line was like, fifteen people long, so we got to talking, and he was really cute, and maybe I gave him my number."
"Invite him out here," I said. "So we can observe, advise and pass judgment."
"No way," Gloria said. "He doesn't get to know where I live for at least a month. I didn't even tell him my last name."
"Why's that, dear?" Donna asked.
"The last guy I dated ended up stalking me," she said, waving her hand. "Nothing too bad, but you know, getting up to pee at 3:00 a.m. and seeing him standing on the sidewalk, looking up at my window? No, thank you."
There was that cold, strong snake of fear sliding down my spine again. I cleared my throat. "What happened? I mean, how'd you get rid of him?"
"I called the police, my four brothers and my dad. You don't want to mess around with that shit. Sorry for my language."
"Totally justified," Donna said. "Men are pigs. Well, many men are pigs. I've heard some aren't."
"So will you see Slytherin again?" Poe asked.
Just then, my cell phone buzzed. It was the clinic.
"Hey, Doc," said Timmy, the nurse on duty (one of the men who wasn't a pig). "Come on down! We've got a teenage girl with acute abdominal pain."
"I'm on my way," I said. "Ladies, I'm so sorry. I have to go to the clinic. Don't wait for me. Mom, can you handle grilling the fish?"
"Your mother is an expert griller," Donna said. "And I'll help just in case."
"Let us know when you'll be back," Gloria said, pouring herself more wine.
"We'll try not to burn this place to the ground," Xiaowen added. "No promises."
I pulled out onto Spruce Brook Road, a little sorry to be leaving, a little excited to practice emergency medicine. The strep throat swabs on the Robinson twins yesterday didn't really get the heart pumping (though the kids were super cute). And this would be right up my alley--abdominal pain. Given her age, appendicitis was possible. We'd have to ship her to Portland for that, and if I suspected an abscess or a rupture, I'd be going with her. Could also be pelvic inflammatory disease.
I got to the clinic in under ten minutes, went in and started washing my hands. Timmy came through the swinging doors from the exam area. "Sorry to call you in on a Saturday night," he said.
"No worries," I said. "What have we got?"
"The patient says she knows you. Audrey Fletcher? She's here with her father and her grandmother, too."
Audrey? Shit. I frowned and rinsed my hands, then pulled on my white doctor's coat and went through the door.
Audrey was the only patient here, lying on the hospital bed in a little ball, changed into a johnny coat. Sullivan sat by her side, looking ten years older, rubbing her back. Teeny was fluttering about like an irritable moth. "When will the doctor get here?" she demanded just as I came in.
"I'm here," I said, going to Audrey's side. "Hey, kiddo. Not feeling so hot?"
"Pretty bad," she whispered. Her knees were drawn up, and her eyes were wet. I patted her leg.
"Oh, wonderful. Isn't there another doctor?" Teeny said.
"Mom, be quiet." Sullivan looked at me, lines slashing his face with worry. "She started having a stomachache about an hour ago."
I glanced at the computer screen where Tim had entered her vitals and chief complaint. Everything was normal except for a slightly elevated BP and pulse, which was normal for someone in pain.
"Do an X-ray or something," Teeny said. "Maybe she needs to go to the mainland. I'd be more comfortable if she was in Portland."
"Mom, please," Sullivan said.
"Does Grandma need to be here?" Audrey whispered.
"Nope," I said. "Teeny, would you mind waiting out front, please?"
"I'm staying." She folded her arms.
"Go, Mom," Sully said. "There's no need for you to be here."
She didn't move. "Tim, would you escort Mrs. Fletcher to the waiting room?" I said, not looking away from Audrey. Her face was a little flushed.
There was a hiss behind me, Timmy's low voice. Good.
"Is it her appendix?" Sul
livan asked.
"Let's find out. Okay if I feel your belly?" I asked Audrey, pulling on exam gloves.
"Sure." She rolled onto her back, grimacing.
"Any vomiting or diarrhea?" She shook her head. "When did you first start feeling this?"
"Um...this afternoon. And then it got really bad after Mom dropped me off at Dad's."
"Did you eat anything unusual?" I pressed on McBurney's point. No flinch, so it wasn't her appendix.
"No. Not really."
"Have you ever had pain like this before?" I asked.
She glanced at her father. "Um...maybe? Once or twice."
"Any blood in your stool?"
"Stool?"
"Poop."
"Oh." She blushed. "No. I don't think so."
"Have you lost any weight recently?"
"I wish." Her face got even more red.
She winced as I felt her left lower quadrant. "When was the last time you pooped?"
"Dad, can you go or something? This is so embarrassing."
"Yeah, and I changed your diapers. I'm not leaving."
I looked at him and smiled. "I don't think it's appendicitis, Sully. But maybe Audrey would be more comfortable talking without you here."
"I definitely would be," she said.
"I'll stay."
"I need to be Audrey's doctor right now," I told him. "She's still a minor, so you can stay if you really want to, but you're making her uncomfortable."
"Indeed you are, Dad." Snark. Always a good sign.
He frowned, twin lines appearing between his eyebrows. "Okay," he grumbled. "I'll be right outside, angel." He kissed her forehead, sucker punching me in the heart.
"I'll take good care of her," I said.
He nodded and walked out, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands, and for that, I fell in love with him a little bit.
"Nothing like an overprotective father," I said.
"I don't really like talking about my bodily functions with him here, that's all."
"Understandable. Okay, some of these questions are a little embarrassing, but I can't treat you for the right thing if I don't have honest answers. Okay?"
She nodded.
"Last time you pooped?"
"This morning."
"And it was normal?"
"Yes."
"Good. Next question--are you sexually active?"
"No! God, no. I probably won't be for another thirty years. Or I'll die a virgin."
I squeezed her hand. "How would you describe the pain?"
"It's like there's a knot in my stomach. Down lower, actually."
I felt where she pointed. She was significantly overweight, so it was a little tough to get a read on her organs. "Turn on your side, honey."
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