Sorry it's been so long since I last posted. Mom's been in the hospital and been very busy. Can I get a little feedback? I want to see some comments.
Chapter 13
After a few minutes in the car Steve broke the silence. “Are you the strong, silent type?”
“I’m sorry, so much on my mind. I can’t believe everything that has happened over the last two days.”
“Stress will do crazy things to you. You don’t have anyone to talk to, to unload all of life’s little problems?”
“Not really, but then I never have had this much on my mind.”
Steve pulled into the pharmacy drive in. “Hold that thought. Kate Pierson, just called in.” He said to the pharmacist.
The pharmacist returned with the package and asked, “Address and date of birth?”
“406 Holly Lane, Two fifteen sixty-eight.” Kate answered across the car as she fumbled with her purse.
“That will be fifteen seventy-six.” The pharmacist said.
“I’ve got it.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I can handle sixteen bucks.”
“Thank you.”
“He likes you.”
Kate took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wanted the voice to stop.
Steve handed her the pharmacy bag. “Fourteen sleeping pills and ten Valium to help you relax, on the house.”
Kate grabbed the bag and took one of each of the pills. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I am a pill head but I want to go to sleep as soon as I get home and we are pretty close.”
“And you like him.”
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. I might take something myself when I get home.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey, you are welcome.”
“No, thank you for believing me.”
He gave her a warm, comforting smile.
“You have heard all about me today. What’s your story?”
“Just your average Psychiatrist slash cabbie. Helping damsels in distress.”
“I bet your girlfriend likes that,” she said, fishing for an answer.
“I’m single was married once, but that was a long time ago.”
“Kids?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Kate was fading.
“I found out she liked the golf pro more than me before we had kids. I hate golf. Stupid game. How about you?”
She didn’t answer. Kate was already asleep. He smiled. She finally looked at peace. He turned onto Holly Lane, grabbed the prescription bag to confirm the house number. He tried whispering her name, but he really didn’t want to wake her. He parked in the spot in front of her house and called a cab as he took keys and opened the door.
He went back to the car eased her out of the passenger seat, she mumbled something, her legs were jelly. She had one arm around his shoulder; he scooped her up and carried her in. He found her bedroom and eased her down on the bed. She showed no signs of waking. He quietly removed her shoes and pulled the blanket over her. He stood and looked at her, hoping she was comfortable. He thought for a moment, and then reached down and popped open her bra strap through her shirt. “You’ve still got it,” he said to himself.
He heard a car horn outside. He turned off the lights, locked the door and let himself out.
Thirty-five minutes later he was telling Ramona about tucking her in bed.
“Why are you telling me this?” Ramona asked.
“Well, you know, in case she was wondering how she got in bed. Just letting you know there was no hanky panky.”
Ramona gave him a coy smile and began walking.
“What?” He asked as she walked away. “What?”
