In Storm and In Calm by Lucilla Andrews

Author:Lucilla Andrews [Andrews, Lucilla]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: doctors and nurses, nurse, nurse romance, nurse fiction, nurse stories
Publisher: Wyndham Books (Medical Romance)
Published: 2019-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jeanie called at the Home after lunch next day and we had coffee in my room. Cathy was working. Jeanie had first dropped in on Isobel and found her just awake and having breakfast in bed. ‘Sardines out the tin, stale buns from a torn paper bag, dirty pants and tights all over the shop and her last night’s clothes just dropped on the floor. Can you tell me why a college education seems to turn a girl into a dirty slut?’

‘I guess it’s just a reaction from the kitchen sink. Snag is, eventually the washing-up has to be done. How’s Hugh today?’

She laughed. ‘Clutching his head and groaning! He only got back in time for breakfast and can’t remember anything between taking that whisky and waking on the kitchen floor this morning surrounded by bodies. And his girlfriend’s after my blood for not looking after him better!’

‘Oh, no! What’s your boyfriend say?’

‘He’s too sorry for himself with his cold to say anything yet. I’ve left him with his head under a towel inhaling Friars Balsam. Isn’t that right for a stuffy head?’

‘Yes. Going to marry him?’

She took her coffee to the window and looked out. She had neat features, a very good skin, and the same translucent green eyes as Jenny Pringle. Jenny was prettier and in some moods, beautiful, but Jeanie was infinitely the more attractive as there was so much more vitality in her face and manner. Jenny had to be pleased to smile. Jeanie needed only to be amused by the world or herself. I could not picture Jenny Pringle ever finding herself amusing since to laugh at oneself generally involves losing face. I did not think she would forgive herself, or anyone else, for causing that inevitable loss of dignity.

Jeanie thought she would maybe marry her boyfriend when she got tired of her job. She had been flying two years and still enjoyed it. ‘I can see that maybe in another year I’ll start getting bored. Ross keeps asking me, but he doesn’t mind waiting. How about yourself? Too keen on your job?’

‘Pro tem.’ I joined her at the window.

‘When did you say last night you go back to the Smoke?’

‘Weekend after next.’

‘Think you’ll ever return to Thessa?’

I watched the wheeling gulls. ‘I’d like to, but it’s one hell of a way from London.’

‘Not by air.’

‘Not if you can land by air!’ I told her of my delayed arrival. ‘Haven’t you flown this run?’

‘No, but I’ve heard that problem before. I’ve not done much inter-Britain, apart from the Belfast run.’

‘Recently? What’s it like?’

‘Och, hen, it varies.’

‘Ever run into trouble, or can’t you say?’

She tapped the wooden sill with her knuckles. ‘I’ll just say I’ll not tempt providence. But there was one time we’d a wee bit trouble expected ‒ and we flew in to a fantastic reception. Helicopters guarding us above and either side ‒’ she smiled slightly, ‘and our pilot cursing blue murder that he’d crash without any help from the bombers if

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