The visit with Colin went well. As soon as he left Timothy emerged himself in his medical paper. Just looking at the cover, Granny knew it was very advanced information.
"Do you really understand all of that?"
"Quite a lot actually. At home I would," he paused looked over at Angela and continued, "...ask D-A-D to explain certain things to me."
Hearing the talking, Angela walked over to Timothy and asked, "play doll please."
"Not doll, Angela, how about blocks."
Off she went to the blocks. Timothy would talk to her about the colors and count them. Angela would pay attention and repeat what he said.
Another week went by and they had all adjusted to the routine. Granny knew Timothy would be restless over the weekend so she suggested an outing to the movie house. One was still playing Babes In Toyland, the newest Disney picture.
"Do you think we can bring Angela to the pictures?," Granny asked.
"I am not certain. If she gets restless we could leave."
Walking to the movie house it was a balmy day for winter the sky was clear and overhead was an airplane. Angela looked up and pointed' "Mumma!"
Granny and Timothy looked at each other and decide to ignore her. Granny was really hoping that Angela liked the movie.
Luckily the movie house was not crowded at all because she did like the movie, but she did not understand the need to be quiet. She talked throughout, "what that?"..."Who she?"..."What that? "...
On the way home they stopped to pick up some fish and chips as a treat. That evening Timothy gave Angela a bath. She could hear them talking and giggling. For what must be the twelve hundred time now she thought about how proud Marianne would be of her son.
Thursday afternoon the children were playing. It was raining out so they were restless. Timothy started tickling Angela who ran away giggling. As Timothy started to go after her to catch her, she fell. She hit her forehead on the corner on a table. Her head was bleeding she was crying.
"Granny I need a clean towel," Timothy yelled.
Meanwhile he continued to calm his sister. Once he had the rag he held it to the wound giving pressure. "Now I need a wet one so I can clean it, please."
She returned and watched as her grandson calmly and confidently cared for his sister. After a few moments he announced, "I think she needs stitches."
"Where should we take her?" Granny asked. Both realized that normally Patrick would take care of his daughter.
"We can call the surgery and ask," Timothy suggested as he got up handed Angela to Granny and went to the phone.
Luckily Nurse Mount was still there. Timothy explained to her the problem. She went and spoke to the Locum who was covering and he agreed to come to them. Perhaps he felt it would be good to accommodate the daughter of the physician that he was working for.
Dr. Burton* came rather quickly and agreed with Timothy's assessment of the need for stitches. Angela was very brave.
Timothy bombarded the young doctor with questions…."Has it been busy?" "Have there been any unusual cases?"
"Sounds like we have a doctor in the making," Dr. Burton laughed.
"Oh yes! I was reading in The Lancet about the new minimally invasive surgery procedures. I found that quite interesting."
"You must make your father quite proud."
She watch Timothy speak to the doctor, he was animated and excited. There was no denying his passion.
"Doctor would you like to stay for some dinner?" she asked.
"Sorry I wish I could, but I need to check in on a delivery."
"I understand," Timothy answered.
"I am sure you are quite familiar," Dr. Burton smiled.
They thanked him as he left. Timothy turned to Granny, "I am sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"For chasing Angela. It is my fault she fell."
"It was an accident. Besides it will barely leave a scar. If it does you both will have a reminder of this time you spent with me," Granny reassured her.
"I hope M and D feel that way too."
Angela sensing that her brother was bothered went over and hugged him.
"Timfee a-right?" she asked.
"I'm alright Ange, does your head hurt?"
"Boo boo. Baby boo boo too," she said as she help up her baby and a piece of bandage left by the doctor.
"Let's take care of baby then."
At dinner Tim asked Granny, "Do you think they will be angry?"
"Oh they will be so glad to see you, they would not care if you were both purple."
"Granny are you certain about that?" Tim laughed.
"Perhaps not purple."
* Thanks to alwayssmilingsam for naming a competent Locum.