Page 49 of Mistaken Identity
“I’m actually perfectly early, especially when you told me I could come in whenever I wanted to,” she pointed out.
I grinned. “How’s school going?”
“Awful,” she admitted. “I hated high school. One would think that the college experience would be a little less rigid but it’s like some of the high school teachers went on to become college professors and decided that they were just going to continue their reign of terror. I have a English 1301 teacher that takes roll every day. Why would she do that?”
“Because she’s a twat.” I chuckled. “Now, watch and learn.”
It was about an hour into Eedie’s learning when two men showed up. One who was holding a thick pack of papers, and another who was wearing exactly what Frannie described as the doctor wearing earlier in the day.
“Mr. Ingram?”
I held my hand out for the papers and said, “Let me guess, I’ve been served.”
He did not look amused.
“You’ve been served.” He thrust them at me.
I took them and tucked them under my arm as he took off through the job site. “Next time you come back, I’d suggest wearing a hard hat!”
The man looked over his shoulder in disgust just as a saw cut off and a small board came sailing down right past his face.
He turned around to look at the board that was now lying at his feet and I said, “See?”
He took off, hustling fast.
“That’s why you wear a damn hard hat, Eedie.” I chuckled. “That could’ve fucked him up.”
“You talk to young girls like that?” the man in the pullover asked.
“I talk to whomever I want like that, but Eedie’s an adult, in case you’re curious.” I studied him. “Who are you?”
“I’m Dr. Russel Stoker,” he said. “We met the other day when you came by to talk to Creole during our appointment.”
I frowned. “What are you doing here, how did you find me, and isn’t there some sort of HIPAA law that keeps you from telling me anything about Creole?”
“I followed the young man serving you those papers.” He pointed to the papers tucked underneath my arm. “And I’m here because I’m worried about Ms. Williams. She’s skipped several of our appointments now, and has canceled several others.”
Read the fuckin’ room, man. You probably made her super uncomfortable.
“Ahh,” I shrugged. “Well, there’s not much I can do about what she does and doesn’t do. She’s also an adult, and I don’t control her.”
“Are you and her seeing each other?” he asked.
It’s like that, is it?
“Yep,” I lied. “Been together for a while now.”
His eyes narrowed. “I see. Well, if you feel like getting her better, tell her to come back to our appointments so I can help her.”
I gave the man a nod and said, “Sure thing.”
The man left, and I had to laugh as another board came screaming down right as the good ol’ doctor walked past.
He stepped over it and kept walking, but I knew that it’d startled him.
“I didn’t like him,” Eedie said. “He gave me the creep vibe.”
“Same,” I agreed as I pulled the papers out from underneath my arm. “It’s also creepy that he’s going to people’s houses and places of work looking for someone when he should just get the picture.”
