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the community who held a funds drive to
raise the capital. They also walked through the ward where a few
inpatients were admitted.
“ We
don’t have an extensive in-patient facility. Just a few beds to
deal with acute cases that might need overnight observation. We also
have a maternity ward though it's empty right now. Many of our
maternity patients come from the drug users who are looking to give
birth in conditions that are sanitary among people they can trust.
Many times, they wish to give up the child.”
“ Sounds
really intense. What do you do with the children who are given up? I
mean obviously you call child services, silly question.”
Maggie smiled, “Not
silly at all; we have an arrangement with Child Services where we
keep the child in the neonatal ward until we’re sure that they
are healthy. Many of them are born with addictions, and then we pass
them on to the social worker who we liaise with.”
“ Maggie
I’m really impressed with the work you guys are doing around
here, even without seeing your other projects. So I just have one
question for you,” Meaghan said smiling.
“ What’s
that?” Maggie asked head cocked, ready to answer anything.
“ When
do I start?”
Chapter 6
Dean
was making more of an effort with Meaghan. She didn’t really
know how she felt about that. It felt a little forced. He’d
text her randomly throughout her day giving her updates on what he
was doing and asking what she was
doing…it kind of felt like checking up on her. Who knew that
beneath the expensive Armani suits and Ralph Lauren shirts beat the
heart of a possessive jealous Neanderthal who thought he was being
clever by couching his tabs-keeping behavior in terms of concerned
and loving texts. She knew what his game was though she kept this
knowledge to herself for now. No need to rock the boat unnecessarily.
He also came to pick her up from work more often than not. So at
least now everyone at work knew her boyfriend drove a flashy
Lamborghini if not who he actually was. Thankfully her days were too
busy for her to be pinned down by curious colleagues who wanted to
know all about her guy. She was not about that gossip life.
She
and Bain had kept their pact to not let busy lives get between them
again. They had a standing Thursday night dinner date to which
significant others were not invited, no matter how much they begged. And Daniel was not above
begging…neither was Dean but he was more subtle about it.
*****
“ I
hear you’re spending a lot of time in Queens these days,”
Smith ventured as they caught up at lunch; “citizens are
concerned.”
Dean looked up from
his plate with a glare. “Concerned about what?”
Smith shrugged.
“That you’re…little diversion…is getting
more serious by the day,” he made air quotes with his hands
around the little diversion.
“ Yeah
well it is getting serious; and it’s not a ‘little
diversion’,” Dean replied grumpily.
“ Oh
I know that, but the citizens don’t. And that’s why
they’re worried. They think you’re breaking poor
Samantha’s heart.”
“ Poor
Samantha my ass. Hasn’t that chick found some new boy to toy
with yet?” Dean’s lip curled in annoyance and Smith
laughed.
“ You
talk like her now, have you noticed?” he said.
“ Talk
like whom?” Dean asked getting whiplash at the twists and turns
this conversation was taking.
“ Meaghan,
idiot,” Smith said.
“ Oh…no
I hadn’t noticed,” Dean said and smiled.
Smith cocked his
head to the side. “You look happier though,” he said
thoughtfully.
Dean’s smile
widened. “Man, you have no idea,” he said spooning some
rice into his mouth. Just then his phone rang and he glanced at it to
see the caller ID. Normally he didn’t answer while at a meal
with someone unless it looked like a father-related emergency type
call. This time though, his smile became a grin when he saw who was
calling.
“ Speak
of the devil…do you mind if I answer?” he
raise the capital. They also walked through the ward where a few
inpatients were admitted.
“ We
don’t have an extensive in-patient facility. Just a few beds to
deal with acute cases that might need overnight observation. We also
have a maternity ward though it's empty right now. Many of our
maternity patients come from the drug users who are looking to give
birth in conditions that are sanitary among people they can trust.
Many times, they wish to give up the child.”
“ Sounds
really intense. What do you do with the children who are given up? I
mean obviously you call child services, silly question.”
Maggie smiled, “Not
silly at all; we have an arrangement with Child Services where we
keep the child in the neonatal ward until we’re sure that they
are healthy. Many of them are born with addictions, and then we pass
them on to the social worker who we liaise with.”
“ Maggie
I’m really impressed with the work you guys are doing around
here, even without seeing your other projects. So I just have one
question for you,” Meaghan said smiling.
“ What’s
that?” Maggie asked head cocked, ready to answer anything.
“ When
do I start?”
Chapter 6
Dean
was making more of an effort with Meaghan. She didn’t really
know how she felt about that. It felt a little forced. He’d
text her randomly throughout her day giving her updates on what he
was doing and asking what she was
doing…it kind of felt like checking up on her. Who knew that
beneath the expensive Armani suits and Ralph Lauren shirts beat the
heart of a possessive jealous Neanderthal who thought he was being
clever by couching his tabs-keeping behavior in terms of concerned
and loving texts. She knew what his game was though she kept this
knowledge to herself for now. No need to rock the boat unnecessarily.
He also came to pick her up from work more often than not. So at
least now everyone at work knew her boyfriend drove a flashy
Lamborghini if not who he actually was. Thankfully her days were too
busy for her to be pinned down by curious colleagues who wanted to
know all about her guy. She was not about that gossip life.
She
and Bain had kept their pact to not let busy lives get between them
again. They had a standing Thursday night dinner date to which
significant others were not invited, no matter how much they begged. And Daniel was not above
begging…neither was Dean but he was more subtle about it.
*****
“ I
hear you’re spending a lot of time in Queens these days,”
Smith ventured as they caught up at lunch; “citizens are
concerned.”
Dean looked up from
his plate with a glare. “Concerned about what?”
Smith shrugged.
“That you’re…little diversion…is getting
more serious by the day,” he made air quotes with his hands
around the little diversion.
“ Yeah
well it is getting serious; and it’s not a ‘little
diversion’,” Dean replied grumpily.
“ Oh
I know that, but the citizens don’t. And that’s why
they’re worried. They think you’re breaking poor
Samantha’s heart.”
“ Poor
Samantha my ass. Hasn’t that chick found some new boy to toy
with yet?” Dean’s lip curled in annoyance and Smith
laughed.
“ You
talk like her now, have you noticed?” he said.
“ Talk
like whom?” Dean asked getting whiplash at the twists and turns
this conversation was taking.
“ Meaghan,
idiot,” Smith said.
“ Oh…no
I hadn’t noticed,” Dean said and smiled.
Smith cocked his
head to the side. “You look happier though,” he said
thoughtfully.
Dean’s smile
widened. “Man, you have no idea,” he said spooning some
rice into his mouth. Just then his phone rang and he glanced at it to
see the caller ID. Normally he didn’t answer while at a meal
with someone unless it looked like a father-related emergency type
call. This time though, his smile became a grin when he saw who was
calling.
“ Speak
of the devil…do you mind if I answer?” he