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At that the telephone rang. It was Sherry, my Secretary. "Congratulations. Dr Windham was livid that the hospital released you early this morning. She wanted you to take a whole day off to rest."
"I insisted," I replied.
"Dr Windham was even more concerned," Sherry related, "that hospital protocol was breeched: You were not issued discharge instructions for after - care. We are in the middle of a malpractice crisis."
"If Dr Windham only knew who I was with," I commented.
Without taking note of the remark Sherry listlessly read a laundry list of instructions: Avoid heavy lifting, avoid bathing, take showers instead, avoid un - prescribed medication." After a pause, Sherry announced, "last one: avoid penetrative vaginal intercourse."
"A little late for that," I quipped.
"Dr Barton!" Sherry exclaimed, laughing.
"Sign up for an egg donation," I teased Sherry, "You'll get extra pay, a day off and your battery re - charged."
"Also, the manager of the Excelsior Motor Inn out on Route 20 wants to meet you, but Dr Windham said you're to take the day off," Sherry reminded.
"Well, I better get dressed and going," I hung up the phone. After I put the phone down, I called out to Mr Pauling, "Put on one of Josh's suits and wear a tie. Also don't forget underwear. We're headed to the scene of Erica's eh - accident on Central Avenue first, before breakfast. Central Avenue is nearby."
Fully dressed standing in front of Mr Pauling's car, I looked back at my house, solid as the stone it was built with. It's strength always gave me fortitude. Mr Pauling standing next to me joined me for a moment admiring it. "If you come into extra dough, and the opportunity opens, buy it."
Across the street from my brownstone, I stood admiring it. What did my place represent to me? Coming out of a convent school where 20 - 25 girls crammed into the shower, bathrooms and dorm together, this apartment represented privacy, independence and freedom. I struggled to keep it before. I vowed I would do so again.
"Buy it," Mr Pauling encouraged me.
Noticing the capital police up the block, I told Mr Pauling to get moving before the police came upon us. "I'll sign all your papers at breakfast."
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