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any light inside, not eating. She's gone inside herself somewhere, and I just can’t seem to find her or bring her back. She keeps talking about what he did to her. . . ."
"Who, Jethro?" David asked.
"Yeah, but she never talks about what he did. I don't remember anything after he hit me. She does apparently. She won't tell me what happened." Chip felt tears start to sting his eyes. He sighed in frustration. "He's dead and he's still ruining our lives!" he took a deep breath. "She's getting stranger. She talks to herself now, wraps herself in blankets to keep her protected; she says they make her feel safe, that they'll keep him away. She's afraid of plants, won't go near any vines or ivy of any kind. I'm afraid that I'm losing her."
"You're not losing her," David said "I've known Roz for years and she's always been strong willed. She'll get through this."
"What if you're wrong?" Chip asked. "What if what he did to her was what finally broke her spirit?"
"Stop talking like that," Alicia said. "You're talking about her like she's dead or something. She's stable, isn't she? She's still alive, isn't she? I say we spend a little bit more time focusing on what's good right now rather than the negative. It's not helping."
"Alicia is right. We have to keep our spirits high. For Roz's sake."
They all looked up when they saw the doctor approaching them. Dr. Ramirez was gorgeous, her long sable black hair pulled back into a barrette, spilling in waves down her back. She smiled when she saw Chip.
"Roz is stable," she said first. "Her condition will improve, but it'll take about 48 hours or so. We were able to pump her stomach, so she just needs rest and healing right now. But the good news is that we were able to save the baby."
Chip paled. "Baby?"
"Yes, the baby. Oh, I'm sorry, didn't you know?" she had the grace to blush. "Your wife is pregnant."
* * * * *
"Pregnant?" Chip said softly.
"Yes," Dr. Ramirez said, smiling. "I take it that this was an unplanned pregnancy?"
"Yeah. We weren't even trying to have a child."
"Then the child is a blessing," Ramirez said. "Roz is stable and she'll have to stay in the hospital for the rest of the week for observation, but she should be able to be released on Friday." She reached out and squeezed Chips shoulder. "Congratulations," she said.
They all stood there for a moment, shock written on their faces. "Well," Chip said finally. "Anyone need a cigar?"
* * * * *
Lucia let herself in through the front door of her parent's house. It was a small duplex; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, dining room. Lucia's room was in the basement. Her parents had lived in the old duplex for as long as she could remember. It was situated in the middle of Mechanicsville, a lower end of town with a bad reputation. At night, you looked down and didn't make eye contact with anyone who passed you, unless you wanted a confrontation. Some considered Mechanicsville a slum, but Lucia just considered it home. Her parents had always lived here. She had grown up here. She still lived here. She sighed. Hopefully with the money she was now making from working at Strange and Unusual, she could move out. She would have to move out soon; her parents were asking too many questions.
It was hard living with conservative parents who were also alcoholics. They came from a generation where anything strange and unusual, like Witchcraft, was frowned upon, and even hated. Her parents had both always drank. It had just gotten worse as the years passed. She could remember them telling her as a child that she wasn't allowed to drink until she was nineteen, but she watched since a young girl as the booze they both drank (sherry for her mother, beer for her father) ruined them and made them shells of who they once were. It made living arrangements difficult. It was hard to love and talk to people who were supposed to be her parents when they were both drunk all the time. She was twenty one
"Who, Jethro?" David asked.
"Yeah, but she never talks about what he did. I don't remember anything after he hit me. She does apparently. She won't tell me what happened." Chip felt tears start to sting his eyes. He sighed in frustration. "He's dead and he's still ruining our lives!" he took a deep breath. "She's getting stranger. She talks to herself now, wraps herself in blankets to keep her protected; she says they make her feel safe, that they'll keep him away. She's afraid of plants, won't go near any vines or ivy of any kind. I'm afraid that I'm losing her."
"You're not losing her," David said "I've known Roz for years and she's always been strong willed. She'll get through this."
"What if you're wrong?" Chip asked. "What if what he did to her was what finally broke her spirit?"
"Stop talking like that," Alicia said. "You're talking about her like she's dead or something. She's stable, isn't she? She's still alive, isn't she? I say we spend a little bit more time focusing on what's good right now rather than the negative. It's not helping."
"Alicia is right. We have to keep our spirits high. For Roz's sake."
They all looked up when they saw the doctor approaching them. Dr. Ramirez was gorgeous, her long sable black hair pulled back into a barrette, spilling in waves down her back. She smiled when she saw Chip.
"Roz is stable," she said first. "Her condition will improve, but it'll take about 48 hours or so. We were able to pump her stomach, so she just needs rest and healing right now. But the good news is that we were able to save the baby."
Chip paled. "Baby?"
"Yes, the baby. Oh, I'm sorry, didn't you know?" she had the grace to blush. "Your wife is pregnant."
* * * * *
"Pregnant?" Chip said softly.
"Yes," Dr. Ramirez said, smiling. "I take it that this was an unplanned pregnancy?"
"Yeah. We weren't even trying to have a child."
"Then the child is a blessing," Ramirez said. "Roz is stable and she'll have to stay in the hospital for the rest of the week for observation, but she should be able to be released on Friday." She reached out and squeezed Chips shoulder. "Congratulations," she said.
They all stood there for a moment, shock written on their faces. "Well," Chip said finally. "Anyone need a cigar?"
* * * * *
Lucia let herself in through the front door of her parent's house. It was a small duplex; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, dining room. Lucia's room was in the basement. Her parents had lived in the old duplex for as long as she could remember. It was situated in the middle of Mechanicsville, a lower end of town with a bad reputation. At night, you looked down and didn't make eye contact with anyone who passed you, unless you wanted a confrontation. Some considered Mechanicsville a slum, but Lucia just considered it home. Her parents had always lived here. She had grown up here. She still lived here. She sighed. Hopefully with the money she was now making from working at Strange and Unusual, she could move out. She would have to move out soon; her parents were asking too many questions.
It was hard living with conservative parents who were also alcoholics. They came from a generation where anything strange and unusual, like Witchcraft, was frowned upon, and even hated. Her parents had both always drank. It had just gotten worse as the years passed. She could remember them telling her as a child that she wasn't allowed to drink until she was nineteen, but she watched since a young girl as the booze they both drank (sherry for her mother, beer for her father) ruined them and made them shells of who they once were. It made living arrangements difficult. It was hard to love and talk to people who were supposed to be her parents when they were both drunk all the time. She was twenty one
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