smiled at her pleasantly.
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Joy frowned, wondering what Doctor Parker had meant by calling Granger, the supposed husband . The whole situation between him and Cassandra just seemed off-kilter somehow. Personally, she felt the ethical thing for the doctor to have done would have been referring Cassandra to another doctor, if for no other reason than to satisfy her husband. Somehow she suspected the woman wasn’t in the best of hands, and was completely unaware of it.
“Joy, we need to talk.” Raidon’s frustrated voice cut through her thoughts.
Sighing, she turned around to see her brother standing there, and from the determined look on his face she knew he was up to something. She had never understood why she always let him pull her into his schemes. He had been doing it since they were children, and usually she was the one who ended up taking the heat. Holding her hands up, she said, “Raidon, if this is about the Cassandra Mortenson issue, I just spoke to Doctor Parker, and he made it clear HE’S treating her, and no one else. And if I take a piss on his territory, it could be bad for my career, trust me. He’s golfing buddies with the chief of staff, and he’s on the board himself here.”
Knowing his sister well, he what he always did. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he looked down at her and gave her a playful pout. “Come on, sis! When your dumb cat was lost, wasn’t I the one who dropped all my important work and found the fleabag for you? When your Mr. Ed looking friend didn’t have a date for whatshername’s wedding, and you asked me to take her, didn’t I do it for you? Didn’t I suffer one of the most miserable days of my life, just for you? The mere thought of it makes me shudder! That coyote ugly girl slobbering all over my jacket and hunching my leg on the dance floor. You don’t know how drunk I had to get to endure that night.”
Looking up at him wearily, amusement flickered in her eyes. The boy knew she loved him, loved him so much she would do anything for him. Groaning and shaking her head, she moaned, “What the hell? I’m in this up to my cute little butt. Tell you what, buy me dinner, then tell me what you want from me, and I’ll do it. But this time, it’s you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. Soooo….my friend Carrie needs someone to cheer her up, she’s been unusually lonely and sad lately. You can scratch my back by taking her out to dinner and a movie, and giving her a little TLC. She needs to feel special.” she replied, and nearly laughed when he cringed.
“You can’t possibly mean…that…that chick who looks like Sheneneh, from The Martin Lawrence show? The one whose eyes are so crossed you can never tell who she’s looking at? The woman who can probably lift five times her weight with one hand, while bitch-slapping me around the room with the other? Don’t you have any good-looking friends?” he whined, nearly causing her to laugh out loud again. “Or at the very least, ones who don’t have warts or a mustache? Or both? ”
Trying to give him a stern look, she was unable to pull it off. Slapping his arm playfully she giggled briefly, unable to help it. “Stop it! She’s a nice person! She has a wonderful personality, and she’s very smart. Looks aren’t everything, you know! If you want my help, you call her right now, while I’m watching you, mister! Ask her out on a date for tomorrow night.”
Just think ‘crack the case!’ Granger Mortenson’s gonna’ pay me enough to buy that Vette, with enough left over to get Pops his bass boat… he thought. Glaring at her and looking as if he’d just eaten a dozen sour persimmons, he handed his cell phone to her and watched in morose silence as she dialed her friend’s number.
Finished, she handed it back to him with an innocent, angelic smile.
The faint ringing sounding like funeral bells to
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Joy frowned, wondering what Doctor Parker had meant by calling Granger, the supposed husband . The whole situation between him and Cassandra just seemed off-kilter somehow. Personally, she felt the ethical thing for the doctor to have done would have been referring Cassandra to another doctor, if for no other reason than to satisfy her husband. Somehow she suspected the woman wasn’t in the best of hands, and was completely unaware of it.
“Joy, we need to talk.” Raidon’s frustrated voice cut through her thoughts.
Sighing, she turned around to see her brother standing there, and from the determined look on his face she knew he was up to something. She had never understood why she always let him pull her into his schemes. He had been doing it since they were children, and usually she was the one who ended up taking the heat. Holding her hands up, she said, “Raidon, if this is about the Cassandra Mortenson issue, I just spoke to Doctor Parker, and he made it clear HE’S treating her, and no one else. And if I take a piss on his territory, it could be bad for my career, trust me. He’s golfing buddies with the chief of staff, and he’s on the board himself here.”
Knowing his sister well, he what he always did. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he looked down at her and gave her a playful pout. “Come on, sis! When your dumb cat was lost, wasn’t I the one who dropped all my important work and found the fleabag for you? When your Mr. Ed looking friend didn’t have a date for whatshername’s wedding, and you asked me to take her, didn’t I do it for you? Didn’t I suffer one of the most miserable days of my life, just for you? The mere thought of it makes me shudder! That coyote ugly girl slobbering all over my jacket and hunching my leg on the dance floor. You don’t know how drunk I had to get to endure that night.”
Looking up at him wearily, amusement flickered in her eyes. The boy knew she loved him, loved him so much she would do anything for him. Groaning and shaking her head, she moaned, “What the hell? I’m in this up to my cute little butt. Tell you what, buy me dinner, then tell me what you want from me, and I’ll do it. But this time, it’s you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. Soooo….my friend Carrie needs someone to cheer her up, she’s been unusually lonely and sad lately. You can scratch my back by taking her out to dinner and a movie, and giving her a little TLC. She needs to feel special.” she replied, and nearly laughed when he cringed.
“You can’t possibly mean…that…that chick who looks like Sheneneh, from The Martin Lawrence show? The one whose eyes are so crossed you can never tell who she’s looking at? The woman who can probably lift five times her weight with one hand, while bitch-slapping me around the room with the other? Don’t you have any good-looking friends?” he whined, nearly causing her to laugh out loud again. “Or at the very least, ones who don’t have warts or a mustache? Or both? ”
Trying to give him a stern look, she was unable to pull it off. Slapping his arm playfully she giggled briefly, unable to help it. “Stop it! She’s a nice person! She has a wonderful personality, and she’s very smart. Looks aren’t everything, you know! If you want my help, you call her right now, while I’m watching you, mister! Ask her out on a date for tomorrow night.”
Just think ‘crack the case!’ Granger Mortenson’s gonna’ pay me enough to buy that Vette, with enough left over to get Pops his bass boat… he thought. Glaring at her and looking as if he’d just eaten a dozen sour persimmons, he handed his cell phone to her and watched in morose silence as she dialed her friend’s number.
Finished, she handed it back to him with an innocent, angelic smile.
The faint ringing sounding like funeral bells to
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