Chapter Three
Once she collected herself again, she glanced at a clock and noted that hours had passed since she talked to Chance. She knew he meant well enough, but if she wanted to fix her relationship with Kate Finch, she would have done it a long time ago.
She brushed at her damp hair as she walked into the kitchen and realized how starving she was. She rummaged through the refrigerator, only to discover that she had neglected to fill it. She thought about ordering a pizza or Chinese, and then remembered that she didn't know any of the numbers.
Glancing out the windows at the fields of corn, she bit her lip and made her decision. She wandered outside into the rows of corn and was amazed on how they towered over her head as she stared up at them. Reaching above her head, she snagged a stalk and broke it off.
No bugs, she thought, that's a relief. She took two more and carried them inside in a basket she made from her shirt. She banged around in the kitchen, looking for pots and knives. Finding what she needed, she began to fill the pot with salt and scorching hot water as she shucked the corn.
When the water was boiling, she threw in the corn and decided to pass time while it cooked as she leaned back onto a worn-in patchwork sofa, nothing like the smooth emerald green leather one she had in her loft that she often decorated with gem colored pillows and kept peacock feathers in a tall brass urn.
Those days are done, she told herself firmly as she abandoned the TV and shuffled through the CD's she had brought with her and placed a few in the surprisingly new look black stereo.
She heard the water boiling over onto the red-hot stove and she raced into the kitchen too keep from making a very big mess. As she stood by the stove, she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her, rolling in a horrible sticky ball in her stomach.
Gripping her stomach, she switched off the stove and stumbled onto the couch again. She felt like she was going to be sick, but as soon as it had arrived, it disappeared, and left her feeling confused and exhausted.
Feeling well enough to rummage for the phone book, Emma rose and went to carry the huge book onto the coffee table. She thumbed through the pages and was surprised to see that there was only one doctor that was in Bucks County.
Still tired and groggy from her recent episode, she tried to apply a thin coating on makeup, but gave up and got in her car as she looked at the page she had torn out of the phonebook. The building was small and homey, something Emma hadn't experienced much before.
When she stepped inside, a young cheerleader type redhead who was cheerful enough to assume that she had been hired for help over spring break greeted her. "Hi!" She beamed, showing rows of perfectly white teeth. "Hi, is Doctor Crawford in?" She asked nervously.
Maddie, thus being the girls' name, picked up the phone and called for Dr.Crawford. She was ushered into the little office and was almost assaulted by the smell of antiseptic and red gum drops. Jimmy Crawford was a sweet man with a face as wide as the moon and bright blue eyes that were sparkling under neatly shaped sandy blonde eyebrows. "Hello!" He said happily as he gripped both her hands and shook vigorously. Over a stereo, she could vaguely hear a woman singing 'Brahms Lullaby' with a voice like heartbreak.
As Dr.Crawford checked her heart and lungs, she asked. "Who's singing?" the doctor looked up for a minute before answering. "Janie Artanis. She's got a pretty voice doesn't see? Yeah I got to see her in Italy when I was visiting, she owns a pub with her two brothers"
Listening to the sultry voice, Emma drifted and didn't come back to reality fully until she heard little sounds of pleasure coming from Jimmy's throat. "What, what is it?" His eyes were sparkling even brighter when he looked back up at her.
"He'll be happy if she has your eyes" He said, kissing her cheek affectionately. "What?" Emma asked confused. "When was the last time you had relations?" He asked, now a little embarrassed. "Why?" "Will you answer the question please, Miss.Finch?" "It must have been about 4 months ago."
When Dr.Crawford didn't say anything, she prodded. "What's the matter?" Smiling again, he turned to her. "Miss.Finch, you and your boyfriend are going to have a baby girl"
Emma froze. "I don't have a boyfriend, I was married but we divorced 2 months ago" Dr.Crawford's smile fell a little. "I'm sorry"
Once she collected herself again, she glanced at a clock and noted that hours had passed since she talked to Chance. She knew he meant well enough, but if she wanted to fix her relationship with Kate Finch, she would have done it a long time ago.
She brushed at her damp hair as she walked into the kitchen and realized how starving she was. She rummaged through the refrigerator, only to discover that she had neglected to fill it. She thought about ordering a pizza or Chinese, and then remembered that she didn't know any of the numbers.
Glancing out the windows at the fields of corn, she bit her lip and made her decision. She wandered outside into the rows of corn and was amazed on how they towered over her head as she stared up at them. Reaching above her head, she snagged a stalk and broke it off.
No bugs, she thought, that's a relief. She took two more and carried them inside in a basket she made from her shirt. She banged around in the kitchen, looking for pots and knives. Finding what she needed, she began to fill the pot with salt and scorching hot water as she shucked the corn.
When the water was boiling, she threw in the corn and decided to pass time while it cooked as she leaned back onto a worn-in patchwork sofa, nothing like the smooth emerald green leather one she had in her loft that she often decorated with gem colored pillows and kept peacock feathers in a tall brass urn.
Those days are done, she told herself firmly as she abandoned the TV and shuffled through the CD's she had brought with her and placed a few in the surprisingly new look black stereo.
She heard the water boiling over onto the red-hot stove and she raced into the kitchen too keep from making a very big mess. As she stood by the stove, she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her, rolling in a horrible sticky ball in her stomach.
Gripping her stomach, she switched off the stove and stumbled onto the couch again. She felt like she was going to be sick, but as soon as it had arrived, it disappeared, and left her feeling confused and exhausted.
Feeling well enough to rummage for the phone book, Emma rose and went to carry the huge book onto the coffee table. She thumbed through the pages and was surprised to see that there was only one doctor that was in Bucks County.
Still tired and groggy from her recent episode, she tried to apply a thin coating on makeup, but gave up and got in her car as she looked at the page she had torn out of the phonebook. The building was small and homey, something Emma hadn't experienced much before.
When she stepped inside, a young cheerleader type redhead who was cheerful enough to assume that she had been hired for help over spring break greeted her. "Hi!" She beamed, showing rows of perfectly white teeth. "Hi, is Doctor Crawford in?" She asked nervously.
Maddie, thus being the girls' name, picked up the phone and called for Dr.Crawford. She was ushered into the little office and was almost assaulted by the smell of antiseptic and red gum drops. Jimmy Crawford was a sweet man with a face as wide as the moon and bright blue eyes that were sparkling under neatly shaped sandy blonde eyebrows. "Hello!" He said happily as he gripped both her hands and shook vigorously. Over a stereo, she could vaguely hear a woman singing 'Brahms Lullaby' with a voice like heartbreak.
As Dr.Crawford checked her heart and lungs, she asked. "Who's singing?" the doctor looked up for a minute before answering. "Janie Artanis. She's got a pretty voice doesn't see? Yeah I got to see her in Italy when I was visiting, she owns a pub with her two brothers"
Listening to the sultry voice, Emma drifted and didn't come back to reality fully until she heard little sounds of pleasure coming from Jimmy's throat. "What, what is it?" His eyes were sparkling even brighter when he looked back up at her.
"He'll be happy if she has your eyes" He said, kissing her cheek affectionately. "What?" Emma asked confused. "When was the last time you had relations?" He asked, now a little embarrassed. "Why?" "Will you answer the question please, Miss.Finch?" "It must have been about 4 months ago."
When Dr.Crawford didn't say anything, she prodded. "What's the matter?" Smiling again, he turned to her. "Miss.Finch, you and your boyfriend are going to have a baby girl"
Emma froze. "I don't have a boyfriend, I was married but we divorced 2 months ago" Dr.Crawford's smile fell a little. "I'm sorry"