Chapter 16

I keep telling people she's my mother ... doesn't seem to work. I'm her younger sister. I think I'll try that for awhile.

So, I told the doctor, "Yes ... Catholic School. You know the nuns?"

He rubbed the back of his left hand. The hand had a series of tiny interlaced scars ... moms was going to look like that ... but just one.

"You know the broad shouldered one with the big arms?"

There's always a butch.

The doc flinched and said, "Sister Terry ... Theresa ... this does look like her work." He poked and prodded a little, put some more antibacterial ointment on it and started in with new bandages. "Did you do the cleanup?"

I nodded.

"That's very good work. Ever consider?"

I smiled..."No ... Family business ... I am slated for great things in the management area."

"Too bad, you'd make a great nurse."

Not even a suggestion I might make a good doctor. Men!

"We're going to see how it goes," he took out his prescription pad, hen scratched his way across it and made weird hieroglyphics in the signature line. He handed it to me. "Two with carbonated water ... Pappas' Sweet Shop is right next door to the Pharmacy," he grinned. "They go down well with chocolate and coke ... Cherry works good too. Then one every four hours." He looked sternly at me. "Wake her up and make her take 'em ... with carbonation."