Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #307
…“If she turns you down Mr. Ford, you could pick me?” volunteers Dr. Jane. It appears that Friez is thawing…
“As far as anyone outside this hospital is concerned, Sara Fenwick is just another patient, is that understood?”
All heads nod.
“Are speaking about little old me?” Lyn asks with a coquettish tilt of her head.
“You got away with exposing secrets once before, acting all innocent and ignorant, so don’t think we aren’t watching you.”
“I’m flattered by the attention, Ben, but Bob and I are about to start another project as soon as we feel Sara is safe.”
“From this time forward, we control who knows what and when. The general public wouldn’t know what to do with information about Sara.”
Carolyn Hanes has to think over what she just heard. “Wife? That means we’d have to be married and the last time I checked–.”
“We can take care of that here in Washington. They have a chaplain and a chapel here at the hospital. What do you say?”
“Wouldn’t we be spoiling a perfectly good friendship?”
“If she turns you down Mr. Ford, you could pick me?” volunteers Dr. Jane. It appears that Friez is thawing.
“So do I.”
“He has a trick knee.”
“I can fix that.”
Hmmmm, I got it, she thinks. “All his underwear and socks have holes in them.”
“Lyn?” Bob steps in.
“Darn… socks I mean!” one last try for the doctor.
Lyn always has to feel like she is in control, even when she is not, hence her bantering with Dr. Friez. Even though this marriage thing is not her idea, secretly having considered it in rare quiet moments, she is cornered. “Since I seem to have competition Bob, I think it’s time we got hitched, fly-boy!”
The conference room erupts in raucous applause. The once stern and professional staff are quickly becoming like family. The coming years, the ongoing contact, with Sara at the center, will only reinforce that kindred ness.
At the gymnasium in another wing of the huge hospital, Sara is being coached by the choreographer for the Capitol Ballet. She will be happy for Lyn and Bob, because her memories of love and life are but a faint flickering ember. One night in Ceylon took care of that.