SEASON OF THE WITCH
CHAPTER 3
PETER, PETER, PETER
Yes, many of Jordan's friends and associates were quite happy about the marriage. But there was one who wasn't.
Peter Winslow was hard at work, He'd just taken out and weighed the heart of his latest autopsy, a seriously overweight African-American Jane Doe who'd been found in a burned out townhouse in Roxbury. Of course he'd heard about the wedding - who hadn't? - but he knew from the start he wasn't going. His visitor knew as well, and wasn't happy.
"Peter? We need to talk."
Peter didn't even look up. "Hello, Jordan. Talk about what?"
"Why you're not going to the wedding." No reply from Peter, who just kept working.
Typical Peter Winslow, Jordan thought. Always hides in his work.
"Peter, is there something you're not telling me?"
Pošetilý otázka, Peter thought. (That means "Silly question" in Czech.)
Jordan came closer to him, and Peter finally, reluctantly, looked at her. She looked as she always did to him...like a dark-haired angel. "Look...in the first place, somebody has to be here to work. And in the second place...." He looked away from her. "I don't think I'd be comfortable there. I haven't been to a wedding since my wide passed on. I just would be...uncomfortable." He went back to work.
Jordan wasn't having any of it. She knew Peter always did this when he had some secret - god, how she hated that!- and that meant having to pry deeper, till she was pushed away. But she also knew that there was a time and place for every battle.
"OK," said Jordan, trying - but not too hard - to not sound hurt. She walked off, closing the door a little too discreetly.
Peter Winslow tried to concentrate on the autopsy. But it was tough. He'd kept secrets most of his left, but this one - that he loved Jordan and had from day One - was a tough one. For a moment he wished he had a drink.
CHAPTER 3
PETER, PETER, PETER
Yes, many of Jordan's friends and associates were quite happy about the marriage. But there was one who wasn't.
Peter Winslow was hard at work, He'd just taken out and weighed the heart of his latest autopsy, a seriously overweight African-American Jane Doe who'd been found in a burned out townhouse in Roxbury. Of course he'd heard about the wedding - who hadn't? - but he knew from the start he wasn't going. His visitor knew as well, and wasn't happy.
"Peter? We need to talk."
Peter didn't even look up. "Hello, Jordan. Talk about what?"
"Why you're not going to the wedding." No reply from Peter, who just kept working.
Typical Peter Winslow, Jordan thought. Always hides in his work.
"Peter, is there something you're not telling me?"
Pošetilý otázka, Peter thought. (That means "Silly question" in Czech.)
Jordan came closer to him, and Peter finally, reluctantly, looked at her. She looked as she always did to him...like a dark-haired angel. "Look...in the first place, somebody has to be here to work. And in the second place...." He looked away from her. "I don't think I'd be comfortable there. I haven't been to a wedding since my wide passed on. I just would be...uncomfortable." He went back to work.
Jordan wasn't having any of it. She knew Peter always did this when he had some secret - god, how she hated that!- and that meant having to pry deeper, till she was pushed away. But she also knew that there was a time and place for every battle.
"OK," said Jordan, trying - but not too hard - to not sound hurt. She walked off, closing the door a little too discreetly.
Peter Winslow tried to concentrate on the autopsy. But it was tough. He'd kept secrets most of his left, but this one - that he loved Jordan and had from day One - was a tough one. For a moment he wished he had a drink.