Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #86
… Martha Ferrell, finds great humor in their exchange, breaking into joyful laughter, a sound not heard here for quite some time..,
“I wish you luck, son.” John Ferrell knows that Agnes will not take the news about James’ plans with Abigail very well. He does not quite why, he just knows. He fears for his daughter, who has the deportment of a woman in her fortieth year, fully twenty-two years down the line.
James tarries little about that comment, instead fresh with euphoric feelings of love and the grand plans of a promising life. He seeks out Abbey, who he has taken responsibility for the care and well-being of, hence lessening the duration of her own minor episodes of catatonia.
He interrupts a lesson on the art of being a top notch research assistant; more valuable nuggets that will serve the soon to be Abigail Smythwick-Ferrell Ferrell well, very well..
“Pack your bags Abbey, New Orleans here we come!” picking her up, spinning her around gleefully. He speaks of the colorful city in Louisiana, known for flights of fancy. In this case, it will be a honeymoon destination.
“We have three weeks to wait and we have to be at Harvard the day after we are to return, so don’t you think we should concentrate on packing for that?” she reasons.
“You are such an organizer!”
“And you are the dreamer. I must make sure that those dreams come true.” In the case of both Abbey and Agnes, it is a shame that they have grown to womanhood in an almost pioneer way; spawned by necessity of the times and fueled by the determination of survival.
“Well, I’ve been dreaming of a life with you since our days at Maclay Park, back when you were a flat-chested freckle-faced skinny girl.”
“Why James Ferrell, I should wash your mouth out with soap!” threatens the victim of his recollection.
Martha Ferrell, who is on the perimeter of the room, finds great humor in their exchange; breaking into joyful laughter, a sound not heard here for quite some time. Welcome clatter emanates from the Hillside home, serving to greet Agnes, who is now returning from her store duties.
“To what do we credit such a happy sound?” she inquires of the three.
“James and Ab…” Mother catches herself.
“James would like Agnes to join him for a ride over to the Endlichoffers. Joseph should have the carriage hitched and ready to go.” He wants to scurry off to the surrey that fringe on the top.
“What is the occasion?” she slows him down, asking, though none is needed when she is alone with James, with Abbey joined at the hip.
“I have a surprise I want to share and we have not spent much time together. I thought a nice ride on this beautiful summers’ evening.”
“Give me fifteen minutes to get ready.”
He nods his approval.