Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #222
…Instead, the woman of Puerto Rican descent pushes the hooker to the ground, while rushing the doctor down the street and away from the red-light district…
Thinking he is being led to his brother Hosea, he takes the woman’s arm.
“What floor does Hosey live on?”
It dawns on the doctor just what business his brother is in. He hastens to free himself from the prostitute.
“Come on, honey, you don’t want to leave. I’m very lonely and I bet you could use a place to stay. Hosey left me in charge.”
“No! I can come back tomorrow.”
“What’s the matter nigger, ain’t you ever had a pretty white girl? Afraid you might rub off on me? ‘Cause you won’t you know, Hosey ain’t, see?” She shows him her belly.
She has him cornered, saying uncomfortable things to the intimidated Christian man, determined to entice him inside.
The mild disturbance attracts the attention of passers by, one of whom is a Latino woman somewhere likely in her twenties, on her way home from her shift at a Boardwalk restaurant. “Why don’t you find someone who wants you, you jezebel. God will strike you dead!” yells the devoutly Catholic woman, with zero tolerance for such depravity.
“This ain’t none of your beeswax, lady.” “Jezebel figures that should do the trick.
Instead, the woman of Puerto Rican descent pushes the hooker to the ground, while rushing the doctor down the street and away from the red-light district. Around a few corners and down two blocks, she slows from a trot to a slower gait. “Are you hungry? I am.”
He just nods, not knowing if he was afoot or horseback.
“They have good food.” She sees his need for a guide, extending her hand, “Camille Diaz.”
“Doctor A.O. Campbell.” He is settling down. “I would like to thank you for what you did back there. I must be a real country bumpkin.”
“Two specials,” she tells the waitress, who interrupts. “Do you like pot roast? Theirs is the best.”
“Sure, sounds good.” He could eat horse right about now.
Camille Diaz looks at a nodding A.O. “Yes.” She resumes the conversation. “Do not be ashamed for being pure of heart.”
“I still feel addle-headed, can’t change that.”
“Well, if you insist” she relents, speaking with a trademark, but Americanized Puerto Rican accent. Feeling like she must carry their talk, she asks, “What does A.O. stand for?”
“Alpha Omega,” simply stated.
“Revelation Chapter 1 Verse 11, I so love that book. It tells us what we have to look forward to.” It is the second time she has invoked knowledge of God. This, above all, puts the doctor at ease.
“I had a mentor who actually gave me that name. I use it now, mostly ashamed of my real name,” he admits.