"So, what are you going to do?" Susan was asking Carol later that day over the phone.
"I don't know." Carol replied, wiping a dish and placing it on the stack. "Let him see them, I guess."
"Did you ever tell him?" Susan's voice was deeply intrigued, as if she found Carol's life fascinating.
"Yeah, of course I did." She answered. "And what's it to you, am I the hospital Soap Opera?"
"Come on, you've been the hospital Soap Opera since you committed with Doug Ross for the first time." Susan chided and Carol laughed.
"Wait, there goes my phone." Carol clicked over to the other line. "Hello?"
"Carol, it's me."
"Hello, Mama." Carol sighed a bit.
"I haven't talked to you in two days, are you sick? How are my granddaughters?"
"Mama, I'm just fine, the girls are great."
"Are you sure?"
"Mama, I've got a friend on the other line-"
"Is it Luka?"
"No, he went back to Vukovar. I've really got to get back-"
"Who is it?"
"It's Dr. Lewis, from the hospital."
"Alright, I'll call later."
"'Bye, Mama." Carol clicked back to the other line. "Sorry about that, Susan."
"Who was it?" Susan said.
"My mom." She resumed cleaning her plates. "We haven't talked in a few days, she was worried."
"Thank God my mother isn't like that." She answered as Carol's ancient doorbell chimed through the house.
"Shit." Carol muttered.
"What?" asked Susan.
"Well, there's a crack in one of my plates, and someone's at the door." Carol responded.
"Go get the door, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"'Bye, Susan."
"'Bye, Carol. Watch out for salesmen." Carol hung up and walked to the door, wiping her hands on a dishtowel as she opened the heavy oak door. A tall man stood on her porch, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other scratching the back of his graying hair. He jumped to attention as she appeared, forcing his hands further down his pockets.
"Doug," Carol murmured, not opening the screen door that separated the two.
"I don't know." Carol replied, wiping a dish and placing it on the stack. "Let him see them, I guess."
"Did you ever tell him?" Susan's voice was deeply intrigued, as if she found Carol's life fascinating.
"Yeah, of course I did." She answered. "And what's it to you, am I the hospital Soap Opera?"
"Come on, you've been the hospital Soap Opera since you committed with Doug Ross for the first time." Susan chided and Carol laughed.
"Wait, there goes my phone." Carol clicked over to the other line. "Hello?"
"Carol, it's me."
"Hello, Mama." Carol sighed a bit.
"I haven't talked to you in two days, are you sick? How are my granddaughters?"
"Mama, I'm just fine, the girls are great."
"Are you sure?"
"Mama, I've got a friend on the other line-"
"Is it Luka?"
"No, he went back to Vukovar. I've really got to get back-"
"Who is it?"
"It's Dr. Lewis, from the hospital."
"Alright, I'll call later."
"'Bye, Mama." Carol clicked back to the other line. "Sorry about that, Susan."
"Who was it?" Susan said.
"My mom." She resumed cleaning her plates. "We haven't talked in a few days, she was worried."
"Thank God my mother isn't like that." She answered as Carol's ancient doorbell chimed through the house.
"Shit." Carol muttered.
"What?" asked Susan.
"Well, there's a crack in one of my plates, and someone's at the door." Carol responded.
"Go get the door, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"'Bye, Susan."
"'Bye, Carol. Watch out for salesmen." Carol hung up and walked to the door, wiping her hands on a dishtowel as she opened the heavy oak door. A tall man stood on her porch, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other scratching the back of his graying hair. He jumped to attention as she appeared, forcing his hands further down his pockets.
"Doug," Carol murmured, not opening the screen door that separated the two.