A Mother for His Family. Alison Roberts

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      The cry that interrupted their ambling progress past the turtle nursery was anything but peaceful.

      ‘What on earth was that?’

      ‘Sounds like someone’s been hurt.’

      ‘Where did it come from?’

      ‘Just over there.’ Sarah was already moving, heading away from the path and through a thick clump of hibiscus bushes. ‘I think it’s the miniature golf course.’

      An elderly woman was lying on the ground. Her companion was holding her hand.

      ‘Marjorie! Are you all right, darling?’

      ‘Hi. My name’s Sarah. I’m a nurse. Can I help?’

      ‘She fell over. Marjorie?’

      ‘I’m fine, Stanley. Don’t fuss.’ The woman was struggling to sit up.

      ‘Does anything hurt?’

      ‘I don’t think so. Help me up, Stanley.’ Marjorie held up her hands but cried out as she tried to stand up. ‘My ankle! Ah-h!’

      ‘Let’s sit her down,’ Sarah instructed. ‘On that turtle.’ She looked up to engage Tori’s assistance as she helped support the woman, but to her surprise she was alone with the elderly couple. Tori must have gone to find help, she decided. And suddenly her absence wasn’t so surprising. Sarah could guess precisely whose help she would be seeking.

      The large concrete turtle crouching over one of the target holes for the golf course made an excellent seat. Sarah was pleased to see some colour returning to Marjorie’s cheeks.

      ‘Damn and blast!’ the woman exclaimed. ‘I knew these sandals were going to be trouble.’

      ‘Does anything else hurt?’ Sarah asked. ‘Did you hit your head when you fell?’

      ‘Would take more than concrete to knock Marj out,’ Stanley said.

      Sarah smiled. ‘Can you remember what happened? Were you feeling unwell in any way before you fell?’

      ‘No, I’m as fit as a fiddle. It was these sandals. I came down that hill too fast and turned my foot.’

      ‘She was excited,’ Stanley explained. ‘She got a hole in one under that turtle.’

      ‘I did, didn’t I?’ Marjorie beamed at Stanley. ‘Not so dusty for an old girl, huh?’

      Sarah’s smile widened. ‘How old are you, Marjorie?’

      ‘Seventy-seven.’ Marjorie leaned towards Sarah. ‘Stanley’s only sixty-eight. Take my advice, sweetie. Always go for a younger man.’

      ‘We’re on our honeymoon,’ Stanley added proudly. ‘We got married here, on the beach.’

      ‘Oh, how lovely! I’ve always thought that a tropical island wedding would be just perfect.’

      ‘It was.’ Marjorie nodded. ‘Until now.’ She groaned. ‘Do you think I’ve broken it?’

      ‘Let’s have a look.’ Sarah eased a sandal with a high cork sole from Marjorie’s foot.

      Stanley was holding Marjorie’s hand again and looking very anxious. They both watched as Sarah carefully examined the foot and ankle.

      ‘Can you wiggle your toes?’

      Brightly painted toenails waggled a little feebly.

      ‘Try moving the whole foot.’

      ‘Ouch!’ Marjorie exclaimed. Then she tried again. ‘It’s not so bad,’ she decided.

      ‘I don’t think anything’s broken,’ Sarah told her finally. ‘It looks like a sprain to me. What we need is some ice and a bandage and somewhere for Marjorie to put her foot up for a while.’

      Marjorie’s face creased with disappointment. ‘But we were going to go snorkelling this afternoon.’

      ‘See how it feels a bit later.’ Sarah stood up. ‘I’ll see if I can find someone to help. I believe there’s a doctor on the island at the moment, in fact.’

      ‘That wouldn’t be him, would it?’

      Stanley pointed past her shoulder in the direction of the turtle pond and it didn’t really surprise Sarah at all to see Tori coming towards them with ‘Doctor Ben’ in tow. The boy carrying the kit was still with him but the other children had vanished.

      Tori looked very happy. ‘This is Ben Dawson, Sarah. He’s a doctor. Wasn’t it lucky I spotted him after we heard that screaming?’

      ‘I didn’t scream,’ Marjorie protested. ‘I never scream, do I, Stanley?’

      ‘You came pretty close the other night,’ Stanley murmured.

       ‘Stanley!’

      ‘This is Marjorie, Dr Dawson.’ Sarah was struggling to keep a straight face and Tori’s smothering of a giggle was not entirely successful. ‘She tripped over and turned her ankle. No prior symptoms and she doesn’t appear to have injured anything else.’

      ‘Call me Ben.’ Dark eyes were twinkling as Ben made no serious attempt to hide his enjoyment of this scene. ‘You got married the other day, didn’t you, Marjorie?’

      ‘Sure did, Doctor. Best thing that’s happened to me in a few decades.’

      ‘I saw the wedding from a distance,’ Ben said. ‘Gorgeous dress.’ He smiled at Stanley. ‘I liked the white suit, too. Perfect choice for a beach wedding.’

      ‘We’ve only got two days of our honeymoon left,’ Marjorie told him. ‘Sarah says my ankle’s not broken and she’s a nurse so she should know, shouldn’t she?’

      ‘Absolutely.’ Ben smiled at Sarah and then turned to include Tori in the group. ‘This is Sarah’s friend, Tori, and she’s a nurse as well. You’ve just about got a whole emergency department here. Isn’t that lucky?’

      Marjorie didn’t seem overly impressed. ‘I don’t need a department. I need to know that I can go snorkelling this afternoon.

      ‘I suggested ice,’ Sarah said. ‘And a bandage and elevation—at least for a while.’

      ‘Sounds like good advice to me. How ’bout I check that ankle out?’ His glance at Sarah looked suspiciously like a wink. ‘A second opinion can’t hurt, can it?’

      Oh, he was charming all right. How many doctors would be prepared to simply back up the diagnosis of a nurse? He was doing exactly what he should be doing as a more highly qualified professional but he was managing to make it seem like an unnecessary formality.

      ‘RICE,’ he pronounced a short time later. ‘Rest, ice, compression and elevation.’

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