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"I thought by now the high level doctors would be home, Dr. Landgraab."
Geoffrey turned around, and found Jamie Jolina, the beautiful young intern. She had been working at the hospital for almost eight months, and many single male doctors were interested with her.
"Well, I'm taking the night shifts. There's so many that we could do at the hospital," Geoffrey smiled to Jamie. She sniffed and she said softly: "Is Mrs. Landgraab at home with your son?"
Geoffrey didn't answer the question. The answer was very simple and predictable. Let's just face it: when was the last time Nancy wholeheartedly stay home, help Malcolm with his homework, or have a little intimate moment with him? Perhaps that happened when Nancy was still thirty-four and Malcolm was only five.
"Let's get some coffee, Dr. Landgraab. I'm also taking the night shifts," Jamie offered him, to which he agreed.
As they walked to the hospital's cafeteria, Geoffrey realized how charming Jamie was. No wonder many men adored her, and it was the worst kept secret that Thornton Wolff, the businessman who worked in the business but below Nancy's level, took a great liking on Jamie. This led Thornton's wife, Morgana, to dislike Jamie. However, Geoffrey believed that if only Thornton didn't have a special feeling for Jamie, Morgana would also like her.
When she was younger, Dakota always thought that by age thirty-one, she would be living in a beautiful house downtown, working as a journalist, married to a charming gentleman, and with two lovely children. She always thought she'd be visiting her parents every month, giving tickets to Tiki Island for their golden wedding anniversary.
Now, she sometimes regretted her decisions as a teenager.
Sure, she would never have wished that her beautiful daughter Madison had never been born, but she sure wished that Madison's father was not Jersey. At least not this Jersey.
Until now, Dakota still wondered why she eloped with Jersey at eighteen from her peaceful life in Riverview to the more complex Bridgeport. How could she trust him? Jersey was ten years older than her, made living as a pizza deliverer, and was taking night classes to get his GED. Yet, Dakota fell in love with him—or at least she believed she did—and decided to run away from her parents' home after high school and got married.
"I thought you had enough savings for us to rent an apartment!" Dakota remembered the first time she was angry at Jersey.
"I did, but it was only enough for the one that can't have free electricity and water," he said hesitantly. She thought their simple marriage would not be as simple as this.
Dakota enrolled at the police academy, since it was the only education she could afford with her money. Of course, she excelled at her studies and became one of the best apprentices at the academy, and sure she hoped that her husband would get a job and rent a better apartment. Yet, when Dakota gave birth to their beautiful daughter Madison at age twenty, Jersey's job as a waiter in the local diner couldn't pay for the bills properly.
Finally, after years of wanting to live in a more peaceful town/neighborhood, they finally were able to move to Sunset Valley, a beautiful district of the city, after Dakota got a job as a policewoman there.
As she cooked tonight's dinner, she looked at her husband of thirteen years. She remembered the decision she had made just this morning. She would not take it back. She had had enough.
"I thought you were making some mac and cheese for dinner," Madison said as she smelled the tasty aroma of the spaghetti sauce.
"We've had mac and cheese two days ago, baby," she muttered.
How would she tell her daughter about her decision? It was the best, sure. But what if Madison, eleven and bright and fragile, couldn't understand? What if Madison felt that her mother no longer loved her?
"Dad! Dinnertime!" Madison announced as Dakota poured the sauce into a bowl.
Jersey went to the dining room, and Dakota's fears and bravery started to become one complicated union.
"How was school, baby?" Dakota asked as she ate. "So so. As if anything would ever happen," she answered.
They continued dinner quietly, though Jersey's eating was not quiet. Soon after they all finished their dinner, Dakota gathered her bravery and said: "Jersey, I need to talk to you. Let's go to the bedroom." Before Madison could even say a word, Dakota warned her: "Don't interrupt us, okay, sweetheart? I'll tuck you in later."