Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #97
…In fact, James still does not know what hit him that fateful day not so long ago…
She is shocked from a trance, nearly jumping out her skin.
“Oh James, you frightened half to death!” She had been taken aback, but had been he, she had been thinking on, attempting to reconcile sense from confusion.
“Let’s dance before I have to leave.”
He need not twist her arm, she wanting nothing more than a warm embrace to a leisurely romantic waltz, with the possible exception of an embrace of the intimate variety.
“I accept that intellectually, but a woman’s heart is neither intellectual nor logical and I am an example of that, James.” She knows she is different, just not the question of why. She feels lost. The slow-dance goes on. “What will become of me? Oh, don’t think I am going to end my life–because of my foolish hopes. Yet, even though deep inside I knew the situation was without chance, it will be a long time before I can rid myself of these feelings.”
There is nothing James can say to explain or console. In fact, he still does not know what hit him that fateful day not so long ago. It is like he was sleep walking, only to find him clutched by Agnes’ forbidden womanhood. But he was not sleeping, merely a victim of a hormonal assault.
“I love you, James, but my love will forever be a prisoner of propriety.”
“I have to get going, Agnes.” They are now sitting by the lake. “I just could not leave until I talked to you. I had to know you would be all right.”
He turns to leave. She turns to cry.
Alpha Omega M.D.