EYES WIDE OPEN (PART 1)
The phone rang, waking me—but not Barb—out of our afternoon nap. I rolled over to answer the phone. I picked it up during the first ring—to keep it from waking the children.
“Hello,” I muttered.
Unlike Rick, I tried to sound as tired as possible. I wanted whomever was disturbing my nap to know they were doing so.
Admittedly, it was a rather selfish tactic.
“Don’t you play like you’re a sleepin’! I know you’ve been sittin’ outside on your bench with Mrs. Larimore.”
It was Millie on the other end of the line.
Every doctor knew Millie. She was one of the dispatch officers for the Swain County Sheriff’s Department.
Millie knew just about everything about every doctor in the county—all seven of us.
She always knew where we would be and what we would be doing at almost any time of any day.
Equally important to me was that Millie knew every road and every nook and cranny of the county.
“I was sleeping!” I complained.
“No you ain’t. Louise in ER told me she seen you and Mrs. Larimore out on your bench behind your house.”
“Millie,” I tried to sound irritated, “Mrs. Larimore and I were on that bench, but that was over an hour ago. More recently, we were trying to lie down for a nap.”
I heard her snicker. “Hmm. Just what do you mean by ‘nap’?”
“Millie, you’ve been reading too many of those romance novels.” I tried to snarl at her, but not very effectively.
She replied with her typical, very condescending “Yes, I know.”
Then there was a long pause before she continued. “Well, anyway, the sheriff and Dr. Pyeritz just called me. They wants ya to come help ’em at the scene of an accident.”
I sat up. “I saw Dr. Pyeritz light out of here a little while ago. What happened?”
“Logging accident. One dead. No others injured.”
“What does he need me for?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“Millie, it seems to me you know almost everything around here.”
“Well, I ain’t no smarty-pants, know-it-all doctor, I’ll tell you that!”
I realized I was treading on thin ice. “Where’s Dr. Pyeritz located?”
“Dr. Larimore, I’m not even sure I could get up there. It’s up near the top of Frye Mountain. But if you get down to the ambulance squad, you can ride up there with them. So you stop your romancin’ that beautiful wife of yours and git movin’. Ya hear?”
I felt like I was being lectured by my mother.
I hung up and got out of bed.
Barb was sound asleep—as were our children. I softly closed the kitchen screen door behind me as I left the house.
PAST STORIES FROM BRYSON CITY TALES
- The Murder (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Arrival (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Hemlock Inn (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Grand Tour (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Interview (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Settling In (Part 1); (Part 2)
- First-Day Jitters (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Emergency (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Delivery (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The “Expert” (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Trial (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Shiitake Sam (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Wet Behind the Ears (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Lessons in Daily Practice (Part 1) — Anal Angina; (Part 2); (Part 3); (Part 4)
- White Lies
- The Epiphany (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Becoming Part of the Team (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Monuments (Part 1); (Part 2)
- My First Home Victory (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Fisher of Men (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Fly-Fishing (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Something Fishy (Part 1); (Part 2)
- A Good Day at the Office
- An Evening to Remember
- Another New Doc Comes to Town
- ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Part 1); (Part 2)
- A Surprising Gift
- The New Year (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Home Birth (Part1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Showdown (Part1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Initiation (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Home at Last (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
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