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remembered she hadn’t eaten since breakfast so ordered a toasted cheese sandwich with her coffee.
“I must come here again soon. Work seems to take most of my time. I do manage to run at weekends – sometimes even through the week – but I’ve missed the swimming.”
They watched swimmers paced the pool, with good even strokes. It was quite soothing sitting here watching; helping Anne relax after such a stressful day.
Feeling suddenly tired, Anne said she must go home. She still had the drive back and needed to be fresh for tomorrow’s workload. She’d see Barbara at the hospital in the afternoon.
Saying their goodbyes in the car park, they hugged.
On the drive home, Anne realised she hadn’t mentioned anything to Barbara about Jenny’s problem.
She’d find time tomorrow in her break.
******
Anne lay in bed, thinking about the day.
She’d only managed a quick call to Jenny to see how her meeting had gone with Inspector Meakin, only to be told that her statement had been taken and kept on record. She was to continue to make her notes.
Anne supposed that the Inspector had decided not to tell her of the seriousness of the case.
And they might not be related after all.
Anne thought both Jenny and David should be prepared for anything. Although it could be nothing, it could also be more sinister.
She’d have a word with David tomorrow.
They both knew how Jenny worried about things; this news would probably push her over the edge of frantic, especially because of the girls. They also knew how much she worried about them – their traumatic birth had affected Jenny greatly.
She was just drifting off to sleep with the decision made when the ‘phone rang.
It was Sam, checking to see if she was okay.
After she reassured him, she put down the ‘phone and gladly drifted into sleep.
{16}
After finishing her morning appointments, she arrived at Tadmore Psychiatric Hospital.
She parked the car in her marked spot and walked over to the main reception, signed in, collected the identity badge and then made her way to the seventh floor, using the lift.
She walked down to her office, put on her white coat, clipped the badge onto its lapel, put several pens in the top pocket and went along to see Frank.
Dr Frank Miller – ladies’ man and brilliant psychiatrist.
It was often speculated whether it was his charm that helped to mend many of his female patients; though it had to be said he was greatly respected in his field. His easy style had won him many friends, two ex-wives and several girlfriends. Beneath his manner however, were a keen mind and caring soul.
He stood to welcome Anne as she entered his office, walking around his desk to kiss her on the cheek.
Though his flirtations were wasted on Anne, they had become good friends over the years, and she trusted him. They certainly respected each other’s professional competence.
Despite seeing each other at Anne’s picnic, they hadn’t spoken properly of the fundraiser since the event so Anne thought they should iron out some details and make concrete plans for their ideas about a special unit. She knew they must interpret certain illnesses, define them, so to bring a greater understanding, and with that, a cure.
She wasn’t the only one who believed that it would benefit all concerned if these people could once again function, as they should. There were no guarantees, of course, but it was vital that more research should be done in these areas.
They sat facing each other, talking, questioning then finally agreeing on the next steps.
“That’s great, okay,” said Frank. “I’ll get all this on paper and set up the relevant meetings.”
He leaned back in his chair, then frowned before asking, “Is something up? You seem worried. You’re happy with all this, aren’t you?”
Anne sighed. “Yes, yes, it’s only...”
She quickly launched into what had happened to Mrs Armstrong.
“Are you okay?”
Anne
“I must come here again soon. Work seems to take most of my time. I do manage to run at weekends – sometimes even through the week – but I’ve missed the swimming.”
They watched swimmers paced the pool, with good even strokes. It was quite soothing sitting here watching; helping Anne relax after such a stressful day.
Feeling suddenly tired, Anne said she must go home. She still had the drive back and needed to be fresh for tomorrow’s workload. She’d see Barbara at the hospital in the afternoon.
Saying their goodbyes in the car park, they hugged.
On the drive home, Anne realised she hadn’t mentioned anything to Barbara about Jenny’s problem.
She’d find time tomorrow in her break.
******
Anne lay in bed, thinking about the day.
She’d only managed a quick call to Jenny to see how her meeting had gone with Inspector Meakin, only to be told that her statement had been taken and kept on record. She was to continue to make her notes.
Anne supposed that the Inspector had decided not to tell her of the seriousness of the case.
And they might not be related after all.
Anne thought both Jenny and David should be prepared for anything. Although it could be nothing, it could also be more sinister.
She’d have a word with David tomorrow.
They both knew how Jenny worried about things; this news would probably push her over the edge of frantic, especially because of the girls. They also knew how much she worried about them – their traumatic birth had affected Jenny greatly.
She was just drifting off to sleep with the decision made when the ‘phone rang.
It was Sam, checking to see if she was okay.
After she reassured him, she put down the ‘phone and gladly drifted into sleep.
{16}
After finishing her morning appointments, she arrived at Tadmore Psychiatric Hospital.
She parked the car in her marked spot and walked over to the main reception, signed in, collected the identity badge and then made her way to the seventh floor, using the lift.
She walked down to her office, put on her white coat, clipped the badge onto its lapel, put several pens in the top pocket and went along to see Frank.
Dr Frank Miller – ladies’ man and brilliant psychiatrist.
It was often speculated whether it was his charm that helped to mend many of his female patients; though it had to be said he was greatly respected in his field. His easy style had won him many friends, two ex-wives and several girlfriends. Beneath his manner however, were a keen mind and caring soul.
He stood to welcome Anne as she entered his office, walking around his desk to kiss her on the cheek.
Though his flirtations were wasted on Anne, they had become good friends over the years, and she trusted him. They certainly respected each other’s professional competence.
Despite seeing each other at Anne’s picnic, they hadn’t spoken properly of the fundraiser since the event so Anne thought they should iron out some details and make concrete plans for their ideas about a special unit. She knew they must interpret certain illnesses, define them, so to bring a greater understanding, and with that, a cure.
She wasn’t the only one who believed that it would benefit all concerned if these people could once again function, as they should. There were no guarantees, of course, but it was vital that more research should be done in these areas.
They sat facing each other, talking, questioning then finally agreeing on the next steps.
“That’s great, okay,” said Frank. “I’ll get all this on paper and set up the relevant meetings.”
He leaned back in his chair, then frowned before asking, “Is something up? You seem worried. You’re happy with all this, aren’t you?”
Anne sighed. “Yes, yes, it’s only...”
She quickly launched into what had happened to Mrs Armstrong.
“Are you okay?”
Anne
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