Disclaimer: I don't own House
Debbie sat at a table in the resturaunt with her elbow propped up and watching the scene around her with fasination. Although she was only six years old, she knew more than her average age and was in the first grade. Her very problem at the moment, however was that she didn't like to do her homework.
"Daddie this is the best place we went to so far," Debbie commented.
Her parents were divorced for a year now but Debbie didn't blame her parents. She blamed Ginger from her father's dentist office. She always bragged that her dad was the best dentist in town and in truth he was like the only one. Ginger had been the one to cause her parents to break up and even though Debbie didn't hold it against her father, she hated Ginger for it.
"I am glad you think so," Her father was observing some of the people.
"Is Ginger supposed to be here," no sooner had Debbie asked that that Ginger appeared and her father went over to greet her.
Debbie sank in her seat and ate the rest of her cheesburger. She wished Ginger would just die so that her mom and dad would get back together. It was hopeless though and Debbie knew it.
"Honey lets get you home so that mom isn't worried," her father said when he returned.
Debbie groaned.
He always did this and he never cared how she felt.
Four days later...
Debbie was doubled over and throwin up. Her mother took the thermometer out of her ear and looked at it.
"No fever," her mother said.
"Ouch, my stomache hurts mommie," Debbie wailed the last part.
"Okay, I'll take you to that respectable doctor that I know," her mom finally relented.
Her ex-husband as well as she knew the doctor and if he said that something was wrong, then she would believe him.
"Ow, Ow, Ow, Owwwww," Debbie continued to wail.
Something was wrong because then Debbie started to cry and she had never ever cried without reason. She didn't even cry when she and her father got a divorce.
Something was definately wrong.