Sage by Cindy Caldwell

Author:Cindy Caldwell [Caldwell, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Sage scooted away from her position near the door when she heard chairs scrape against the floor, assuming that Clint and Dr. Folsom’s conversation about his father’s condition had ended. She hadn’t really been eavesdropping—well, maybe a little—but she couldn’t make out heads nor tails of their conversation.

When Clint had come into the office with the empty picnic basket, she’d quickly dabbed at her eyes. She hadn’t even had the opportunity to tell him that Dr. Folsom didn’t yet know about the miner’s condition before the doctor had come out from his office and stared at Clint with a cough or two and a glance around the office before he ushered Clint in, closing the office door behind him.

Before the door had closed, Clint had turned to glance at Sage. He looked at her questioningly, as if expecting her to follow, and she shook her head quickly and turned away, taking a deep breath as the latch fell with a clink of metal.

Since then, she’d strained to make out what they were saying, telling herself that she’d been tending to Mr. Jackson and had every right to know. But Dr. Folsom’s words about patient privacy also rang in her ears, and when Carol and Will had come in, she’d been glad of the diversion.

“Thank you for the information, Dr. Folsom,” Clint said as he exited the office, the much taller doctor close behind him.

“I do hope you understand, even with your limited education as a medical student, that these things take time. And are never truly an exact science. Your father’s condition has been in ebb and flow, and I continue to search for new information that might be helpful.”

Clint cocked his head and held the doctor’s gaze for a moment before he said, “Uh-huh. I do understand.”

The doctor gave a rushed smile.

“Of course you do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be off.”

He reached for his coat and shrugged it on, nodding to Clint before turning to the door. Before he could get out, the ample form of the Widow Samson in the doorway blocked his retreat.

“Oh, Dr. Folsom, just the man I want to see,” she said. It had been long past her year of mourning her deceased husband, but she still wore the mourning brooch with her husband’s hair in it and never left her house in anything but completely black clothing.

She tapped her cane on the floor as Dr. Folsom attempted to brush past her.

“Doctor, I’ve been here several times to see you now, for a scheduled appointment, and you have forced Sage, here, to reschedule me. I won’t be turned away again.”

Sage exchanged a glance with Clint before she headed over to the appointment book, reaching for her eraser.

“Mrs. Samson, I’d be happy to—”

The widow’s voice raised almost an octave a she said, “I will not repeat myself. I will be seen now.”

She hadn’t budged from the door frame, and there was no other way out for the doctor. His shoulders sagged and he placed his hat back on the rack and turned toward his office door.

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