Chapter One:
Cinq Heures
Marie Claire Gagnon and Michel Luc Bouchard lay in bed, cuddling. Marie Clair unhooked herself from his grasp to look at the clock When she looked at the clock and saw what time it was, she gasped.
"Oh shoot! Michel, I have to go, or Dr. Corday will kill me. I have to be at the hospital in like twenty minutes for an appendectomy."
"Oh no, can't you stay with me?"
"No. I can't Michel. I really can't. Dr. Corday really can kill me. All of those tools and stuff. It could be messy." This made Michel laugh.
Marie Claire was already dressed. She ran into the kitchen and talked to Michel from there. She was busily pouring corn flakes. "Michel, what time are you off work?"
"Uh... at... uh... how do you say...cinq heures?" Michel still got some of his French Canadian and English mixed up.
"Oh, five tonight?" she laughed. She loved Michel. She remembered when she got her French Canadian and English mixed up. "I won't be home until... well... Dr. Corday says so, I guess." She laughed as she ran out the door. "Oh I love you so much, I love you, very much." she blew him a kiss and shut the door. Michel sighed and laughed. He loved that woman, but wished their schedules weren't so conflicting.
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Marie Claire ran into the OR building. She laughed at herself. She was very worried that Dr Corday was going to be mad. She didn't want to mess with a Brit. She, as a Canadian had learned that very fast. She changed very fast and scrubbed up. She held up her hands and ran in to the OR.
"You're just in time. We have Mr. Plachard prepped and ready to go. Come on in." Dr Corday said.
Marie Claire breathed a sigh of relief.
Cinq Heures
Marie Claire Gagnon and Michel Luc Bouchard lay in bed, cuddling. Marie Clair unhooked herself from his grasp to look at the clock When she looked at the clock and saw what time it was, she gasped.
"Oh shoot! Michel, I have to go, or Dr. Corday will kill me. I have to be at the hospital in like twenty minutes for an appendectomy."
"Oh no, can't you stay with me?"
"No. I can't Michel. I really can't. Dr. Corday really can kill me. All of those tools and stuff. It could be messy." This made Michel laugh.
Marie Claire was already dressed. She ran into the kitchen and talked to Michel from there. She was busily pouring corn flakes. "Michel, what time are you off work?"
"Uh... at... uh... how do you say...cinq heures?" Michel still got some of his French Canadian and English mixed up.
"Oh, five tonight?" she laughed. She loved Michel. She remembered when she got her French Canadian and English mixed up. "I won't be home until... well... Dr. Corday says so, I guess." She laughed as she ran out the door. "Oh I love you so much, I love you, very much." she blew him a kiss and shut the door. Michel sighed and laughed. He loved that woman, but wished their schedules weren't so conflicting.
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Marie Claire ran into the OR building. She laughed at herself. She was very worried that Dr Corday was going to be mad. She didn't want to mess with a Brit. She, as a Canadian had learned that very fast. She changed very fast and scrubbed up. She held up her hands and ran in to the OR.
"You're just in time. We have Mr. Plachard prepped and ready to go. Come on in." Dr Corday said.
Marie Claire breathed a sigh of relief.