Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #133
…With her hand still in his, Harv’s mind is busy wondering if she may be, “George Eastman’s daughter?…
Harv Pearson is letting opportunity slip away. He realizes that she would not know why this stranger is asking dumb questions, when he actually knows much of the artistry of photography, merely little of new mechanics.
“No!” he blurts, eliciting terse indignation. He seems intimidated by the woman, not for reasons of business, rather his rusty methods in dealing with a female that he is very attracted to. If she had been a mousy frump, with thick glasses and shrinking manner, he would have already submitting a resume for possible employment at the Reporter. She continues on, lugging her heavy equipment.
Mustering up the last of his courage, he straightens his tie, combing his thick, ever so slightly graying hair, off his forehead. With notepad in hand, he presents his best journalistic look. “Please, Miss, I do not wish to be a pest…”
“You are about to achieve that very thing.”
“Allow me to introduce myself,” he extends his hand. “I am Harv Pearson from the Quincy Reporter.”
“I have read your pieces on the Gulf Coast hurricane. Very moving, I must say.” She frees a hand to return his formal greeting, reassessing him in the bargain. ‘Not so bad’ she thinks, now that he has been validated in her mind. It occurs to her that she values who a person is, rather than accepting them sight unseen. She still has a chance to correct that flaw in her character. “Judith Eastman,” she offers simply, “and forgive me for my lack of manners. When I’m at a task, I tend to look past other present matters.”
She flashes an absolutely charming smile, heretofore masked by her tunnel vision.
“You flatter me, sir; sister yes, daughter no. But a good guess nonetheless and no doubt because you are up on things.”
“I do try… is it Miss Eastman?” She nods for him, which is a concession for her, considering she still wears a gold band on her left ring finger, even though she has been divorced for going on ten years. Judith does not harbor many particular fond memories of the mistake, but the ring allows editing her potential suitors, at least the ones who care about marital status. Harv Pearson never bothered to look, a case of dumb luck. “I truly believe that photographic pictures will take the delivery of news to a higher plain.”
“We think that as well, Mister Pearson.”
“Make that Harv and the Eastman vision in the discipline goes without saying.” Judith’s family is to photography, as the oceans are to water.
“I’m not sure about my artistic expertise, but I do take new equipment to the field. That’s why I am here, testing a commercial version of my brother’s hand held box camera.” She underscores her role in the success of the Eastman Dry Plate and Film Company, now Eastman Kodak.
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