Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36
…The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick…
But just when the hooch is taken off the front burner, on hops the inimitable Jefferson Smythwick. “I hear tell that your son is courting my daughter, Ferrell. Are his intentions to ask her hand in marriage?”
Surely in these modern times, the contemporary world has passed the poor man by. His direct line of questioning, amidst a crowd of mixed company, surprises some, confounding the rest.
“We have had the privilege of meeting your charming daughter this very night, Mister Smythwick and I must say that our son James is quite taken by her charms. Marriage however, is not a logical option at this time.” John speaks for his drop-jawed spouse.
“Perchance I am not expressing myself properly.” He clears his throat and mind. “Marriage may be jumping the gun, but questioning his intentions in advance is not.”
All this acumen sprouts from one goblet of Grandma’s punch… with oodles of tact to boot.
There may as well been a skunk loose in the ballroom, for all the polite exits to points elsewhere.
“The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick,” a Freudian-slip before its time, “it is our prompt to begin the drawing for the name of the grand prize winner.” John is ad-libbing his way out of an uncomfortable occurrence. “We will see you later, perhaps to award you with that holiday in Puerto Rico,” a Spanish held island with more strife than you can cut with a knife.
The old man scuffles off saying, “Why would I go where there are more savages than on my plantation.”
To be in the same room, let alone within five feet of Jefferson Smythwick is first degree torture for the Loves. It is not hatred of the man, as it is severe distaste for what he stands for.
“I find that man more repulsive every time I have to see him!” Harsh words from Phoebe Love, a Godly woman with a good and quiet spirit.