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Authors: Gina Watson
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behind the woman. Dad joined them from the kitchen holding two glasses filled with ice and an amber liquid.
“Warren, a little aged bourbon.” They clinked and toasted to their children.
“Jackson, may I present my daughter, Lexi.” He didn’t stand, just shook her hand from the couch.
“Nice to meet you.” Jackson nodded stoically. Lexi’s voice was high pitched and saccharine sweet. She took up the space next to him on the couch, their thighs touching. Jackson repositioned himself, and slid over to reestablish the lost distance. He met Clara’s eyes and pleaded, silently saying, I’m sorry .
“So you’re at Baton Rouge General.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll be transferring there next week.”
Oh, how peachy! She was pretty in a really obvious Dallas-housewife-reality-TV-show way. She wore a dress that was fancier than any Clara had ever owned, her breasts on display. In fact, it was amazing one of the melon shaped mounds hadn’t sprouted legs and walked out of her dress. Her hair was really long and wavy. So long and perfect it almost didn’t seem real. Her nails, long and thick, appeared fake, and possibly her lips that seemed too puffy to accommodate her face. Out of proportion, her thick lips drew the eye toward their pink, wet surface. Her synthetic tan made her appear a little too bronzed in the low light of the living room.
Her appearance was fussy, but men seemed to like fussy and Clara wondered if Jackson liked the look. Lexi was a bit of forced sophistication with her sheath dress and platform shoes. Clara wondered if she should purchase shoes like that. How did one even walk around in those things? Maybe she could practice.
Looking down at her own attire, Clara grimaced. She’d worn a blue jean skirt, white T-shirt, and pink flip-flops with big blue bows. She took the shoes off and threw them behind the chair and then she slid her legs beneath her. From the corner of her eye she saw Jackson watching her every move. Her every move. Not the sophisticated woman next to him, but her. He mouthed, you’re beautiful , and she smiled at him.
Lexi was talking about her new job and relocating to the area from Dallas. Bingo. She definitely looked like those women on TV and Clara couldn’t figure out how she worked with patients given her long acrylic fingernails. Wouldn’t she scratch someone or put an eye out? If Clara were to get Lexi as a nurse she’d send her back for a real one.
“I’m glad I’ll be focusing on case management and won’t have to see any actual patients. I never really enjoyed the whole nursing thing.”
Yeah, she’d definitely cast her back for a new nurse.
“If you loathe patient care, why’d you become a nurse?”
Good question Cracker Jack .
“I’m not sure. I was going to become a doctor, but then I got bored and wanted to just be done with school. I wanted to do dermatology so that I could use all the skin care products on myself. I love products. Can you imagine how convenient?” Jackson frowned. “Anyway, since I had most of the classes completed, I chose a degree in nursing.”
Hmm, Clara smelled a rat. She would bet money the woman chose nursing so that she could meet doctors. It wasn’t uncommon and she seemed to fit the bill.
“What branch of medicine are you in?” Lexi asked.
“Emergency.”
“Oh, emergency is the worst.” Her arms flailed as she talked. “In school we had to do a rotation in emergency. It sucked. Had to be on call and it was just the worst hours and so messy. Yuck. And there’s so much paperwork and caregiver counseling. I hate emergency. Where will you specialize?”
“I am specializing in emergency.”
“For your career you mean? You actually want to work in emergency.”
“I actually do.” A nervous giggle escaped her throat.
“You enjoy a fast paced setting.”
“Something like that.”
Jackson got up and walked from the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Lexi’s nut-brown eyes shot to Clara.
“Warren, a little aged bourbon.” They clinked and toasted to their children.
“Jackson, may I present my daughter, Lexi.” He didn’t stand, just shook her hand from the couch.
“Nice to meet you.” Jackson nodded stoically. Lexi’s voice was high pitched and saccharine sweet. She took up the space next to him on the couch, their thighs touching. Jackson repositioned himself, and slid over to reestablish the lost distance. He met Clara’s eyes and pleaded, silently saying, I’m sorry .
“So you’re at Baton Rouge General.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll be transferring there next week.”
Oh, how peachy! She was pretty in a really obvious Dallas-housewife-reality-TV-show way. She wore a dress that was fancier than any Clara had ever owned, her breasts on display. In fact, it was amazing one of the melon shaped mounds hadn’t sprouted legs and walked out of her dress. Her hair was really long and wavy. So long and perfect it almost didn’t seem real. Her nails, long and thick, appeared fake, and possibly her lips that seemed too puffy to accommodate her face. Out of proportion, her thick lips drew the eye toward their pink, wet surface. Her synthetic tan made her appear a little too bronzed in the low light of the living room.
Her appearance was fussy, but men seemed to like fussy and Clara wondered if Jackson liked the look. Lexi was a bit of forced sophistication with her sheath dress and platform shoes. Clara wondered if she should purchase shoes like that. How did one even walk around in those things? Maybe she could practice.
Looking down at her own attire, Clara grimaced. She’d worn a blue jean skirt, white T-shirt, and pink flip-flops with big blue bows. She took the shoes off and threw them behind the chair and then she slid her legs beneath her. From the corner of her eye she saw Jackson watching her every move. Her every move. Not the sophisticated woman next to him, but her. He mouthed, you’re beautiful , and she smiled at him.
Lexi was talking about her new job and relocating to the area from Dallas. Bingo. She definitely looked like those women on TV and Clara couldn’t figure out how she worked with patients given her long acrylic fingernails. Wouldn’t she scratch someone or put an eye out? If Clara were to get Lexi as a nurse she’d send her back for a real one.
“I’m glad I’ll be focusing on case management and won’t have to see any actual patients. I never really enjoyed the whole nursing thing.”
Yeah, she’d definitely cast her back for a new nurse.
“If you loathe patient care, why’d you become a nurse?”
Good question Cracker Jack .
“I’m not sure. I was going to become a doctor, but then I got bored and wanted to just be done with school. I wanted to do dermatology so that I could use all the skin care products on myself. I love products. Can you imagine how convenient?” Jackson frowned. “Anyway, since I had most of the classes completed, I chose a degree in nursing.”
Hmm, Clara smelled a rat. She would bet money the woman chose nursing so that she could meet doctors. It wasn’t uncommon and she seemed to fit the bill.
“What branch of medicine are you in?” Lexi asked.
“Emergency.”
“Oh, emergency is the worst.” Her arms flailed as she talked. “In school we had to do a rotation in emergency. It sucked. Had to be on call and it was just the worst hours and so messy. Yuck. And there’s so much paperwork and caregiver counseling. I hate emergency. Where will you specialize?”
“I am specializing in emergency.”
“For your career you mean? You actually want to work in emergency.”
“I actually do.” A nervous giggle escaped her throat.
“You enjoy a fast paced setting.”
“Something like that.”
Jackson got up and walked from the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Lexi’s nut-brown eyes shot to Clara.
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