The Jenkins Girl-Chapt 3
By RosalindB
No copyright infringement is intended. Emergency! Is owned by Universal/Mark VII . I don't own these characters, just taking them out to play. No profit from this work, only personal enjoyment.
Have to say THANK YOU to Kelmin for beta reading the beginning of the story.
Last time: Cynthia went to her ususal spot to get some air. Ended up being escorted down by a suddenly shy Chet Kelly. She meets the "legendary" Hank Stanley.
With all the commotion, and having to go to the hospital for a tetanus shot-geez it's sore-I almost forgot to call Dr. Westin.
The first thing I did after getting home from the hospital-called Uncle Mickey and Aunt Mary. As I expected, they were worried. After reassuring them I was okay, they wanted details. For some reason, I didn't want to tell all. I did mention to Uncle Mickey that I met Captain "Fashion Sense" Stanley. After scolding me for using that old belt, he cracked up. So there's no doubt he'll pay a visit to Station 51. Aunt Mary made me swear to call her the next day. It was getting late and she understood I needed to talk to Dr. Westin.
"So," Dr. Westin continued, "You screamed at your aunt-"
"Please don't refer to her as my aunt. She may have been my father's sister, but she never was an aunt to me. I call her Mrs. Renault."
"Okay, you screamed at Mrs. Renault. Said things that should not have been public. Then ran out of the restaurant. What were you feeling?"
I like Dr. Westin, but sometimes I just can't get over therapists asking the obvious. But since she's trying to help, I answered.
"Anger more than anything. She showed up to the remembrance for the first time ever. Then expects things to be hunky dory because she got around to showing up."
I can hear Dr. Westin thinking through the phone. She sighs when she's puzzling over something.
"Did she say why she was there?"
"No."
"Do you want to know why?"
"That would be a hell no. Mrs. Renault mentioned something about her side of the story. It was the last thing she said before I told her off and left."
"So no part of you is curious as to why she decided to be there?"
"No."
More thinking on the other end of the phone. Dr. Westin's pencil or pen tapped in the background.
"Next time we meet face to face I'd like to discuss that a little further. But for now let's fast forward a bit. Where did you go after you ran from the restaurant?"
"The 37th Street Bridge. I've done photo shoots there. There's a great view from the service landing."
I could hear the sharp intake of breath.
"No doctor, I had no intent to jump. I hooked myself in with my old life belt."
"Okay." she replied. "But you do understand how that looks to a passerby? Did someone call the fire department?"
"They certainly did," I answered. "And it was the highlight of my day."
After telling the rest of my adventure, except for the last thing I said to Chester B, Dr. Westin didn't speak for a moment or two. I almost asked if she was all right.
"Cynthia, that moment on the landing with the fireman-your voice changed. It's the happiest tone I've heard you speak with. Was he tall dark and handsome?" she chuckled.
"Um, not in the classic sense. He's about my height, fuzzy hair, sort of the-I don't know how to put it-'middle child' type. But he was incredibly nice, and has piercing blue eyes."
Dr. Westin laughed again.
"Well Cynthia, you've had quite an adventure today. I'd like to see you next week. There are a few things we should go over and explore."
"Sure, same day same time as usual?"
"That's fine. And Cynthia?"
"Yes?"
"All things considered, you held up quite well. Just promise no more bridge visits for a while."
I had to laugh. "You got it doctor. Good night."