It has felt like fall the last few days which have been so nice. I've loved having the windows open all night and all day without steaming.
There hasn't been much going on this week which has been good because I've been able to write. I still haven't gotten anything besides Triple Creek Ranch - book 2 worked on, but I'm getting ideas for the Graham Quartet and even for Dr. Morgan. I've just put off working on them because I have a deadline for Triple Creek Ranch. However, don't worry, I have enough written to last for the rest of this month and I should be able to write a few more parts to the Graham Quartet before I have to post it.
My sister and I did babysit my niece and nephews the other day. It was the first time Baby got to stay with us. (Sorry, he still doesn't have a nick-name.) At one point of the evening, I was sitting on the couch with Baby while I read a story to Doodle Bug when suddenly we were interrupted by two brave fireman who rushed in and said the house was on fire. One of the firemen "carried" Baby and me to safety, but Doodle Bug put up quite a protest about being carried. He simply walked into the room where I was, climbed up beside me and wanted the story finished. :)
And now, here is part 13 of Dr. Morgan. If you have any thoughts, questions or ideas for or about this story, just let me know.
The sun was shining from an icy blue sky when Justin came into the hospital lobby. He knew the sun would melt the very top of the snow before it sank in the west, leaving ice everywhere.
“Good morning, Dr. Morgan,” Dr. Hollend greeted him. “It sure will be a fine morning to drive up the mountain, but,” he shook his head. “I’m not sure I’d want to drive down it this evening.”
Justin laughed. “That’s why I’m coming down right after lunch.”
“What! Not staying to perhaps become snowed in and forced to take a vacation?”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you to handle the hundreds of patients alone,” Justin retorted.
Both men laughed, shook hands and went on their way.
The drive with Amy up to the Morgan cabin was slow but uneventful. Dr. Morgan drove carefully but at the same time kept an eye on the girl beside him. He hoped and prayed that living with a family would help her gain her strength and perhaps even her memory. Would Danny know who she was when they arrived? It had been a long time since he had seen her.
Sitting silently, Amy watched the snowy landscape move past the windows of the truck. She squinted at the brightness caused by the sun, but spoke not a word. Her thoughts were a puzzling mixture of unanswered questions. Who was she and where did she come from? Why did she remember nothing? Would the two children she had gotten to safety bring anything back? She was nervous and began fiddling with the buttons on her coat. What would these people be like? What if she didn’t like it up here? How could she leave with all this snow?
“Hey.” A calm voice made her turn and look at the driver.
Dr. Morgan glanced briefly at her and placed a gloved hand over her restless one. “Relax,” he told her, “everything is going to be all right. Stop fretting about what you can’t remember. Live in the here and now, not the past. There,” he pointed ahead “you can see the house up beyond those trees.”
Smoke was curling heavenward in a friendly fashion from the stone chimney that rose from the snow covered roof. The truck rounded another bend and the whole front of the house could be seen; the dark logs looking warm and snug against the backdrop of winter’s white blanket. Curtains hung in the many windows, the porch was swept clean of snow and the shoveled path all spoke silently of being such a happy, lived in house, that Amy could only gaze through a film of unshed tears.
A dog barked as Justin shut off the motor and a collie came bounding from behind the house, tail wagging, to leap up on him as he got out of the truck.
“Whoa, Captain!” Justin staggered back a step and then roughed up the dog’s fur before he pushed him down. “I’m glad to see you too, old boy. Now,” he continued as he carefully made his way to the other side of the truck, “no jumping on Amy. She’s not strong enough to withstand your assaults.”
The dog whined and barked, pranced around and barked some more. His barking had its affect for the front door of the house opened and several people in coats came out on the porch. One of them whistled for the dog and then called to Justin, “You need any help?”
“No thanks,” Justin called back, carefully helping Amy from the truck and then, after he had shut the door, lifting her and carrying her inside where he set her down in a chair beside the crackling fire.
Mrs. Morgan quickly divested Amy of her coat, scarf and gloves, introducing herself as she did so.
“Welcome to our cabin, Amy,” Mr. Morgan greeted her with a smile. He had already met her several times at the hospital when he was in town at his office.
Amy smiled almost timidly back and let her gaze wander around the large open room. She liked what she saw, the picture window looking out over the blinding whiteness, the baby grand piano, the fire, the cozy arrangement of the furniture. Unconsciously she gave a sigh and relaxed into the comfortable chair.
“Amy,” Dr. Morgan’s voice caused her to look up. A young man was standing beside him. “I’d like you to meet Adam, my younger brother and the only one I’ve got.”
Hardly had this introduction been given when another voice was heard and Dr. Morgan turned to call, “Sare, bring them over here.”
Coming at once, Sara carried Jenny on her hip while Danny trotted along behind her.
“Hi!” Sara greeted Amy as though she had seen her a few days ago. “I’m glad Just finally let us keep you for a while. I don’t think it was fair for the hospital to have you for as long as they did. I’m the one who needs another girl around here.” She kept up a bright chatter to cover the silence, sensing that Amy wasn’t hearing much, for her eyes were on the little ones.
Jenny, wanting to get down and practice her crawling, squirmed and wiggled until Sara put her down. For a moment Danny just stood and looked at Amy, and Amy gazed back. Each seemed trying to place the other in their memory. At last Danny turned and wandered off without a word.
“Justin,” Mrs. Morgan turned to her eldest son, “you are staying for lunch, aren’t you?”
Justin glanced at his watch, “Sure, but I can’t stay too late unless I want to slide down the mountain.”
“You’d end up in your own hospital,” Adam laughed and then the two brothers left the room.
Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, seeing Sara drop into a chair across the fire from Amy, slipped from the room as well, leaving them together with the little ones. They knew Sara would be good company.
Thoughts or Ideas?
What would you do if you couldn't remember?