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Far Away
New Home
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Clarie wasn't in sight the day Peter left for Los Angeles. It was unusual of her not to see him off, seeing as they were close friends. Why didn't she want to see him? Did he do something to make her angry? Dwelling on it only made him more confused, so he decided to let the thought drop.
It saddened him a little that he couldn't see her that morning. He had something to tell Claire. Something very important, but all hope of telling her was lost when he looked out the window of the airplane, lifting off the ground. He decided to tell her when he came to visit during the holiday. It was a long wait, but better late than never. While on the airplane, the man-nurse prayed for a speedy return.
Adjusting to Los Angeles was easy for Peter. He had an apartment to himself, decent neighbors, and the building was well maintained. The landlord was an eccentric personality, but most of the tenants usually ignored him and let him be.
The hospital was a great place to be for Peter. The equipment was of high excellence, and already he made friends with a group of other nurses. First day of work, and it was a great start in a new work place. The hospital was named St. Claire-Marie Hospital. Peter smiled at the coincidence. Now she could even be here with him, despite the endless miles between them.