The sunlight was beaming into the once dark room. Dr. John Carter opened his eyes, to
find his arms wrapped tightly around Nurse Abby Lockhart, who was staring intently at
him.
"Good morning." He greeted the woman to whom he had just hours ago, made love.
"It's too damn early."
"It's nine o'clock." He said, kissing her.
"We should be at work."
"I'm off, and I told them you needed a personal day."
"When did you tell them this?"
"Yesterday."
"Oh." She said, rolling over to get out of bed.
Abby and John sat down at the dining room as breakfast was served.
"Where is my biggest fan?" Abby asked sarcastically.
"Huh?"
"Your mother."
"Don't know, and I don't care."
"Sorry. Well, I need to start looking for an apartment today."
"I'll go with you."
"Where?"
"To the real-estate office. I know a great agent."
"I think I'll try the paper first." Abby said, smiling. John had probably never done anything
the way she had. He was brought up in a world where things were handed to him on a silver
platter. Must be nice, she thought.
"Come on, lets go talk to Kathy, she is great, I'm sure she can get you a great deal."
"Okay." Abby agreed.
Carter must not have told this woman my budget, Abby thought, as she glanced around the
uptown Chicago apartment. The living room offered a view of the Chicago skyline from the eighth
floor. A doorman was on guard twenty-four hours. And, it was a two bedroom apartment, with
a living room, and a den. Twenty-five hundred a month, at least.
"It's beautiful. Really, but I can't afford this." Abby admitted, as realtor Kathy Johnson showed
them the newly designed kitchen.
"We could share it." Carter told her.
"Your moving out of Gamma's?" Abby questioned.
"I need my independence. I couldn't even have you over without an interrogation from my mother.
I am thirty-one, I need to get away."
"Couldn't agree with you more. But would you really want to share it with someone."
"I want to share it with you."
find his arms wrapped tightly around Nurse Abby Lockhart, who was staring intently at
him.
"Good morning." He greeted the woman to whom he had just hours ago, made love.
"It's too damn early."
"It's nine o'clock." He said, kissing her.
"We should be at work."
"I'm off, and I told them you needed a personal day."
"When did you tell them this?"
"Yesterday."
"Oh." She said, rolling over to get out of bed.
Abby and John sat down at the dining room as breakfast was served.
"Where is my biggest fan?" Abby asked sarcastically.
"Huh?"
"Your mother."
"Don't know, and I don't care."
"Sorry. Well, I need to start looking for an apartment today."
"I'll go with you."
"Where?"
"To the real-estate office. I know a great agent."
"I think I'll try the paper first." Abby said, smiling. John had probably never done anything
the way she had. He was brought up in a world where things were handed to him on a silver
platter. Must be nice, she thought.
"Come on, lets go talk to Kathy, she is great, I'm sure she can get you a great deal."
"Okay." Abby agreed.
Carter must not have told this woman my budget, Abby thought, as she glanced around the
uptown Chicago apartment. The living room offered a view of the Chicago skyline from the eighth
floor. A doorman was on guard twenty-four hours. And, it was a two bedroom apartment, with
a living room, and a den. Twenty-five hundred a month, at least.
"It's beautiful. Really, but I can't afford this." Abby admitted, as realtor Kathy Johnson showed
them the newly designed kitchen.
"We could share it." Carter told her.
"Your moving out of Gamma's?" Abby questioned.
"I need my independence. I couldn't even have you over without an interrogation from my mother.
I am thirty-one, I need to get away."
"Couldn't agree with you more. But would you really want to share it with someone."
"I want to share it with you."