Zane's Nervous by Zane

Author:Zane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Books

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All the next day, I was anxious to get through my workload so I could make a beeline for Marcella’s office. I even called to see if I could come in an hour earlier than normal and her secretary said it would be fine.

When I got there, I couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful it was to see my father. She sat there and studied me hard and I was confused that she wasn’t saying anything in response.

After I had filled her in, including telling her all about Flower, my wonderful little sister, she finally cleared her throat and said, “That’s extraordinary news. I’m glad you and your father have reconciled because you’re really going to need him in the months ahead.”

I didn’t like the way she phrased it. “What do you mean?”

“Did you get my phone message?” she asked.

“Yes, I got it last night but I didn’t want to bother you at home so late on a Sunday evening.”

“You can call me anytime, Jonquinette. As a therapist, I recognize that my patients often need me outside of standard office hours. There are some doctors that refuse to deal with patients during late evenings or the weekends. I’m not one of them. To me, that shows a lack of true dedication on their part.”

“Thanks for saying that. I appreciate it.”

“No need for thanks. Like I said, it’s all a part of my profession.” She got up from her desk. “Jonquinette, it’s such a pretty day for late September. Why don’t we take a walk?”

“You mean, leave the office,” I said uneasily.

She giggled. “Yes, I think the fresh air might help.”

Her remark about “fresh air” tickled me. After just returning from the pure country air of Trinity, the smog, fumes, and litter of downtown Atlanta didn’t seem too alluring to me.

I got up anyway. “Sure, that would be nice.” I glimpsed at the wall clock. “But my hour is almost up.”

“That’s not a problem and don’t worry about paying for extra time. I wouldn’t even consider accepting it.”

“Don’t you have another patient?”

“No, I don’t. My boyfriend wanted to do dinner tonight but we can make it a late one.”

That was the first time I had heard Marcella refer to her personal life. I was always curious about what made her tick. I knew she didn’t wear a wedding ring but that didn’t mean she wasn’t married. Numerous people don’t wear their rings. Some misplace them accidentally and some misplace them on purpose. Since she said she had a boyfriend, that answered that question.

We ended up walking around the block several times. I was concerned that someone might eavesdrop on our discussion, not that they knew who we were. There was a statue in a community park and I asked if we could sit on a secluded bench nearby. She graciously agreed. There were some older gentlemen playing chess on the other side of the statue but they couldn’t possibly hear us so I felt secure.

No sooner had we sat down when she blurted it out.

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