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Chapter 17: Home, sweet . . . trailer?
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EMMA"Wow." Jenny stood alongside her car, gazing at my new home. Sunglasses hid her eyes, but her mouth had drooped open slightly. "I know." I slumped back against the side of my sedan. "And if you think the outside is bad, wait'll you open the door. The smell . . ." I shook my head. "It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?" "Bobby Lucas told me there was a bed, but it's nothing I'm going to sleep on, believe me. I'll haul it out. I'll need a mattress at the very least, and maybe a chair or two . . . but I won't be able to afford much." I threw up my hands. "I sank everything I have into th
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EMMA"Well . . . this is better." Jenny stood in my sitting room with her hands on her hips, surveying the trailer. "I mean, with all due respect, it's probably not going to make the cover story of Home and Garden any time soon, but it's kind of cute, actually." I flopped back into the comfy chair we'd found at the thrift store, kicking off my shoes. "It smells better. And it's clean. And . . ." I took a deep breath. "It's mine.""It is, indeed." Jenny's tone left it up to interpretation as far as whether that was a good thing or a bad one. I understood her trepidation. While my little home-on-wheels was better than we'd found it, it was lit by a variety of gas lanterns (from the camping department at Walmart) and kerosene lamps (from the thrift store). My bedroom and sitting room walls were lined with jugs of water I'd bought for drinking, washing dishes . . . and showering. I hadn't been sure how I'd manage basic bathing, but then when we'd been looking for the lanterns at
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 20: Truce
EMMAI arrived at St. Agnes the next morning, feeling fresher and more myself. If I wasn't a whole new woman, at least I was one who had gotten a solid night's sleep, thanks to hours of hard labor and several glasses of wine. And if my new home had seemed a little less cozy in the harsh morning light than it had by the glow of the lanterns the night before, I was in a better place to square my shoulders and get on with it, even if that meant using the dreaded composting toilet and showering with my new camping equipment. Since the solar panels hadn't had time to work overnight, I cheated and warmed two gallons of water on my stove to use in the shower. The result might not have been the kind of experience I'd have had at a five-star hotel, but it did the job. What I hadn't taken into consideration was that I couldn't use my blow dryer. After a little bit of deliberation, I managed a French braid, which looked neat and efficient even if it wasn't the most flattering style. At
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 21: Friends and frustrations
EMMA"You look like you've just run from the devil." A teasing voice came from behind me. "Don't tell me you've been sparring with Mrs. Hoskins again." I glanced over my shoulder, smiling at the slender young woman who was curled on a chaise lounge. Angela Spencer wore a long cotton dress with a huge hoodie over it. She'd told me yesterday that even the softest sweats or yoga pants chafed her back since she'd lost weight over the course of her illness, so she'd defaulted to what she called granny house dresses. From the size of it, I guessed that her hoodie belonged to her husband. "Not so much sparring today." I sat down in the chair across from Angela. "And if you heard about that, I'm guessing your husband tattled on me." She grinned. "I wouldn't call it tattling so much as a full report. He told me that he'd met you on his way in to see me, and he said you were having a rough day." Inwardly, I winced. It was one thing to whine about my troubles to someone like Jenny-o
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EMMAI worked about eight hours over that first weekend at St. Agnes, mostly because I was still trying to catch up and become familiar with all of the patients. In addition to those currently on the floor of the oncology wing, we had others who would be coming in for treatment in the future. I wanted to begin establishing some protocol for integrating natural healing into their care plans from the start. And to be honest, being in the air-conditioned corridors of the hospital was a far cry better than melting in the afternoon heat in my trailer. On Sunday afternoon, Jenny called me just as I left St. Agnes and invited me over to swim and eat dinner. I was pathetically grateful for both the company and the chance to be in a real house. The home she was sub-letting from Nico really was gorgeous. I loved the lush backyard, with flowers and deep green plants surrounding the swimming pool. Jenny made us salads with crusty homemade Italian bread and special vegan cookies for dess
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 23: Not the most auspicious meeting
EMMAIt was a Friday morning, and I had gotten up early to get some work done at the hospital before the official day began. At least, that was what I was telling myself; in truth, it had been a very still, muggy night which had dawned to an even hotter, more humid morning, and the idea of air conditioning had been too tempting to resist. I was sitting at one of the nurses' stations, working on the computer there as I enjoyed my coffee. I chatted back and forth with Darcy, who was just finishing up her overnight shift. "Rough night?" She eyed my jeans and sleeveless blouse. "You're not the fashion diva I'm used to seeing." I grimaced. I hadn't shared the details of what I privately referred to as my living situation with anyone but Jenny, who had seen it up close and personal. Despite the challenges of my home, I still tried to come to work dressed professionally, but this morning, bleary-eyed from a restless night, I hadn't been able to muster the energy for heels and a dre
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 24: Amends, part two
EMMATwenty minutes later, just as the shift was changing and the hospital was transitioning from nighttime vibe into daytime brightness, I dragged my feet down the hallway toward Dr. Girard's office. I hadn't felt this much trepidation and guilt since I was a sophomore in high school.The door was open, and I paused just outside. He was sitting at the desk, his head bent over the keyboard of his computer. As before, he seemed to feel my presence before I made a sound. "I wondered if you'd come, or if you'd just pretend that this morning didn't happen." I sighed, resting my back against the doorjamb and stretching my neck. "I have a quick temper, and I have a tendency to speak before I think. My mother used to say that my mouth went into drive before my brain was engaged. But even so, I don't hold a grudge, and I always own up to my mistakes." "That's good to know." Finally, Dr. Girard looked up. "On the other hand, I'm a stubborn son of a bitch. I have an unfortunate habi
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 25: Cabana boys
EMMA"If I had half the intelligence I claim to have, I would have taken you up on your offer to move in here with you as soon as you mentioned it." With a happy sigh, I turned over on my raft to grin at Jenny, who was stretched out on a chaise lounge alongside the pool. "This could be my life all the time. I wouldn't have to worry about sweating through every night, trying to get lukewarm water for a shower, how to keep my food cold . . . or my new best friend, the skink." Jenny laughed and shaded her eyes to look at me. "You have a new best friend who's a skank? Do tell. Do I know her?" "Skink, not skank," I corrected. "And no, I don't believe you've had the pleasure. We met four nights ago . . . you remember the day we had that killer storm, and then instead of cooling things off the way storms do up north, it actually left us with more humidity? Remember that?" She snorted. "Vaguely. I can't be sure, since I live in the lap of air-conditioned luxury." "Nice. Well, any
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 191: Break
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 190: Parenthood
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 188: Giving in
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 187: Finally, at last
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 186: Things you shouldn't ask
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 185: Trust love
ALISON"Read me that last part again?" Noah and I were sitting in the nursery, surrounded by boxes, gift bags, and about a million pieces of a pine crib. He had spent the last two weeks focusing on the nursery. He'd painted the room a lovely pale yellow color, insisting that I stay with Emma and Deacon at the cabin for the two nights after he'd completed the first and second coats so that I didn't have to inhale the paint fumes. Together, we had selected the crib and the dressing table. Noah's mother had sent us the cradle that all of her children had slept in, and that was already set up in my bedroom.Now, with my due date less than ten days away, we were finally tackling the project of building all of the furniture that hadn't come pre-assembled. I squinted at the paper in my hand, trying to decipher the words."I'm pretty sure that this was translated directly from Swedish by someone who didn't speak English," I commented. "It doesn't seem to make sense.""Does it say at wh
