Note-This isn't the story I took time out to write. I'm posting that one on Halloween! Anyway, it's nice to be back! These will only be one page chapter, but you shall enjoy daily updates (hopefully). Enjoy!
Carla sighed, and looked down at the leaflets spread in front of her on the table. A little satisfied gurgle came from the baby carrier where Izzy was soundly sleeping. Carla groaned. Her day off and she was doing this! She'd rather have been doing rounds with Elliot. But instead she was stuck in the doctor's lounge with Izzy (it was the nanny's day off too), waiting for Turk to finish surgery.
She was reading leaflets on "encouraging your child's intellect". It was ridiculous; she knew Izzy would be a smart kid like she was when she was little. Although she couldn't speak for Turk…but she wanted her daughter to get into a good school. And apparently, this was the best way to do it!
She sighed. She'd already considered, and rejected, all those stupid psychological methods. Your child will be smart if they listen to Bach? Yeah, right. Encourage mathematics and literature from a young age. Nuh uh! She had better things to be doing with her time!
Then a leaflet caught her eye, and she picked it up. Encourage your child to learn a musical instrument? Well, that was easy! And practise would only take…ten minutes a day? Yeah, that seemed like a good option!
But which one? Drum kit? More than likely Turk would try to steal it and start a band with JD and Rowdy…same for guitars…brass instruments were far too loud. Strings? Yeah, she liked the idea of future-Izzy playing a violin!
But one of her methods was that if you wanted something done you had to do it yourself. If she wanted to encourage Izzy, she would have to learn the violin herself. Well, the notice board was full of junk mail advertising that sort of thing!
She stood up, and walked over to the pin board. Hm…there was plenty of crap up there! Some idiot had posted the picture from the Janitorial which showed Turk kicking the crap out of JD, and stuck a post-it-note underneath which read Gay Bumping Five! Probably Todd…
Then she found it.
Interested in learning the violin? Qualified teacher, lessons 10 an hour. Contact…
Then a lengthy email address.
Carla sighed, and sat down back at the table. She took her laptop out of her bag, and flipped it on, checking on Izzy as she did so. She quickly tapped out an email, and sent it. Then Turk came into the lounge, and she turned off the computer.
"How's my little Puerto Rican princess?" he asked, bending down to kiss her. Carla squirmed away.
"Turk! I'm Dominican!"
"I knew that, baby! I was just testing you! Come on, Pickle, let's get lil' Gherkin home!"
Her husband picked up the baby carrier, and they left the hospital.
Later that evening, when Carla checked her emails, she found she had a reply from the violin person.
Dear Miss. Espinosa. It'll be a pleasure to teach you the violin. Please stop off on Saturday at 2 pm at…
Then an address, directions, details. Boring stuff.
So Carla found herself, on Saturday at 2pm, standing outside a stranger's house. She pressed the doorbell with a quivering hand. Then the door opened. She was shocked to see who was standing there.
"You?"
"You!"
Note-Ooh, cliffhanger! I want lost of reviews or I'll delete! Hah, blackmail! It's nice to be back…