Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #147
…I hope Susan B. Anthony is waiting for you in the lobby – that would fix your wagon!…
“Well, no, we have been swamped with the addition of Herbert Love to the limited partnership. It’s not like merely adding a name to a document you know,” James dares to clarify.
“If they do not have patent rights to their name, the first issue is fair game for plagiarism, or even worse, another magazine stealing their format ideas.”
“Yes,” he concedes, “I see your point. Sometimes even the senior partners lose track of details, seeing that we have over a one hundred clients that I am aware of. Not the least of them is J.P. Morgan’s scheme to freeze John D. Rockefeller out of the steel business.”
“I guess that makes George Eastman chopped liver?”
“No, but he is a silent partner. Judith is the Eastman in the lead.”
“Perhaps when women gain the right to vote, we’ll get some respect,” Abbeys states emphatically.
“Well, I respect you, honey bunch.” Oops.
“You can take your honey bunch and put it in the cellar next to the old potatoes. When men have the nerve to respect women outside the walls of the home, then and only then will God be glorified and true equality happening for all.”
“I must take my leave Hon…uh, Abbey. The office is expecting me.”
“Coward! I hope Susan B. Anthony is waiting for you in the lobby – that would fix your wagon!”
“I heard she is in a sanatorium, old and crazy I suspect.”
He should have kept walking.
“You best stop at the diner on your way home.”
“And you will find your bed-things on the sofa. It will give you time to ponder women’s suffrage.”
This time he moves through the door without clever commentary. The doghouse is a lonely place.