An Engagement For Two. Marie Ferrarella

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СКАЧАТЬ an interest in meeting her daughter. Mikki wouldn’t have agreed to go even if she wasn’t busy, which she was.

      All the time.

      She had a thriving internal medicine practice associated with Bedford Memorial and, if that wasn’t enough, she also volunteered on Saturdays at the free clinic.

      She would sleep, she often said, when she was dead.

      That would also be when she’d party, Mikki thought with a smile. When she was dead.

      Her cell phone began to ring again. This time, she looked at caller ID before answering. The number on the screen was not familiar, but the name above it was.

      She couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken to Maizie Sommers.

      “Mrs. Sommers?” she asked uncertainly, still not sure this was the woman she was thinking of.

      The second the woman spoke, all doubt vanished. No one could pack as much warmth into a simple sentence as her best friend’s mother could.

      “Mikki, how wonderful to hear your voice again. How are you?”

      “I’m well, thank you—”

      “And busy, I hear,” Maizie said, reading between the lines. “Nikki tells me that you’re extremely busy these days.”

      “Well, yes, I am,” Mikki admitted, but she didn’t want to just brush the woman off because of that. She had some very affectionate memories associated with her best friend’s mother. She’d lost count the number of times she had slept over Nikki’s house—or the number of times she had wished that Nikki’s mother was her mother, as well. “But never too busy for you, Mrs. Sommers. What can I do for you?” she asked, certain that the woman had to be calling about something. It wasn’t like her to just call up for no reason.

      “That’s very sweet of you, Mikki,” Maizie responded. “As a matter of fact, I did call you for a reason—”

      Mikki was quick to tell the woman some necessary information. “I’m not in my office right now, but I know that my schedule is full for the next few days. However, I can see you either before office hours or after office hours, whichever would be more convenient for you, Mrs. Sommers.”

      She heard Nikki’s mother chuckle softly. “You haven’t changed a bit. You were always such a very thoughtful young woman. This isn’t about me, dear. It’s about—a friend,” Maizie said, finally settling on a satisfactory wording for her request. “The poor dear hasn’t been well lately.”

      Maizie paused for a moment to recall exactly what Theresa had told her. “She’s been experiencing sharp pains in her abdomen and a general feeling of being unwell—”

      “And what does her doctor say about her symptoms?” Mikki asked. She didn’t like stepping on another doctor’s toes unless she thought that there might be malpractice at the bottom of the case.

      “That’s just it, dear. She doesn’t have a doctor. Absolutely refuses to go see one,” Maizie added for good measure.

      In this day and age, that didn’t make much sense to her. “Why?” Mikki asked.

      “It’s a very sad story, really,” Maizie said. “Her husband was misdiagnosed many years ago, and the poor man died as a result.”

      “And so now she doesn’t trust doctors,” Mikki concluded.

      “No, not since that day,” Maizie confirmed. “She’s adamant about it.”

      “I can see why she might feel that way, Mrs. Sommers. But I can’t exactly examine her against her will,” Mikki pointed out.

      Maizie started talking a little faster as she tried to change Mikki’s mind about the matter. The way she saw it, there was a lot at stake here, more than just Jeff’s mother’s health.

      “Her son is very worried about her,” she stressed, continuing to set the stage. “If I can get him to bring her in to your office, can you give her a thorough examination?” Maizie asked. “You always had such a wonderful, calming manner about you.”

      Mikki laughed quietly. “I never examined you, Mrs. Sommers.”

      “I meant in general,” Maizie said. “You know, I always thought you were the perfect friend for Nikki.”

      That brought back memories. “I always thought it was the other way around, really.”

      Mikki thought for a moment. Her cell was beeping, letting her know that this time there was another call coming in. However, she didn’t want to put Maizie on hold or risk disconnecting. She wanted to finalize things before ending the call.

      She thought for a second, then asked, “Could either you or your friend’s son bring this lady to my office at eight tomorrow morning?”

      “Eight?” Maizie repeated.

      “I know it’s early,” Mikki allowed sympathetically. She was an early riser, but she knew a lot of people weren’t. “But it’s the only vacant time I have until the following day—”

      “No, that’s fine, really,” Maizie assured her. “I was just making sure I heard you correctly.” She knew Jeff’s restaurant didn’t open until eleven so, technically, he was free at that time in the morning. And from what Theresa had told her about the young man, even if he wasn’t free, he would still make the appointment. “I’ll have to call and make sure that he can bring her,” she said, just so Mikki wouldn’t suspect anything. “Is it all right if I call you back?”

      “Of course it’s all right,” Mikki responded. “By the way, my office is in the medical building across the street from Bedford Memorial.”

      “I know,” Maizie replied. “Just like Nikki’s.”

      “Right.” Mikki realized that of course Nikki’s mother would be aware of that. Only her own mother had no idea where she practiced and what hospital she was associated with, Mikki thought ruefully. “Except that Nikki’s office on the fifth floor. I’m on the third. Suite 310.”

      Maizie had already done her homework, but to keep from arousing Mikki’s suspicions, she repeated, “Suite 310. Got it,” Maizie said. “I really appreciate this, Mikki. Or should I say Dr. McKenna?”

      “For you I’ll always be Mikki,” Mikki told the older woman.

      “Yes,” Maizie said warmly, “you will.” And with all her heart, she sincerely hoped that this match, like the others so far, would work out. Very few young women deserved to be happy as much as Mikki did. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, Mikki.”

      “There’s no need to thank me, Mrs. Sommers,” Mikki told her with genuine sincerity. “I’m a doctor. This is what I do.”

      “You mean fit patients in at the last minute and come in to see them at hours that are way too early?” Maizie asked, amused. That wasn’t a doctor, Maizie thought. That was a saint.

      “Perfect description of my life,” Mikki told her friend’s mother with a laugh.

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