"Oh. Of course you do," I said. "How selfish of
me to think of myself as the only one here who's been
involved in a secret romance. You, of all people,
know exactly what I mean. How did you and Daddy
keep it so special, worrying about every look, every
sound in that clinic?"
"I wouldn't say we had a routine, but we did
have the benefit of cloaking everything with our
clinical relationship. A patient fixating on her doctor
is not unusual, don't forget; so that was easy to
excuse, and your father..."
"What?"
She smiled at the memory.
"Your father could be the doctor' at the blink of
an eye. The tone of his voice deepened. His eyes
became those penetrating, perceptive orbs resembling
two small X-ray lights. His posture fumed and
straightened into his formal demeanor. Why, the very
air around him changed,"
I smiled, remembering, "Yes, that was Daddy." As you know, there was only that nurse who
had once come here. that Nadine Gordon who tried to blackmail us. She was the only one who knew or suspected anything. If anyone else did, he or she kept
it under lock and key."
"I'm not as good as my father when it comes to
hiding my inner feelings." I said. And the difference
is. I don't respect the reasons to hide them. I can tell
you this-- I won't be doing it very long. Either
Thatcher gets up the courage to face his parents, or..." He will," she assured me with a pat on my
hand. "That's one very capable young man. I would
trust his judgment."
"Maybe," I said. I skipped a beat and then