Jack slammed the phone down into its cradle with a force
that caused Karen to jump and spill the milk she was pouring onto her cereal.
‘Bastards,’ he exclaimed, ‘they won’t tell you a thing. I
have to let them know all about me; if they phone the works and ask the most
outrageous questions they get all the information on me they want, no questions
asked. My name, age, inside leg measurement, home phone number – you name it.’
‘Who would know your inside leg measurement? Not that new
receptionist, I hope,’ quipped Karen, trying to diffuse his anger. It didn’t
work.
‘All I wanted was to know how to contact Jackson, not his
flaming medical history. They won’t confirm whether John is still a patient,
suggesting “I call the main administration department after nine o’clock,”’ he
mimicked. ‘If I had the time today, I’d call in myself and ask the bastard
exactly what he thinks he’s playing at.’ Jack looked at his watch, shook his
head and took a desperate swig of his tea. ‘I wouldn’t mind, but how am I to
know how long I need to feed that cat of his for.’ Karen looked up
questioningly. ‘I know, I know, its not important, not on its own, its just so
flaming ignorant.’ Jack pulled his jacket from the back of the kitchen chair,
stuffed his car keys into his mouth while he struggled to get his arms in and
looked around desperately for his wallet. Picking it up he kissed Karen and the
kids and made to leave, his hand on the handle when she spoke:
‘I’ll go and see him. The doctor I mean, not the cat.’ Jack
looked startled.
‘I thought you said we shouldn’t get involved,’ he said.
‘I still think that, but its too late in many ways. We are
involved. Anyway, you’ve got enough on your plate and I’m at a loose end today.
I’ll drive you to work, pop into mum’s on the way back for a cuppa and then see
if I get any joy from the hospital. At least I won’t have as an abrasive manner
as you, that tends to get results you know,’ Karen stated with a hint of
sarcasm. Jack considered the offer for a moment before deciding it could be a
good idea, if only to keep his blood pressure in check.
‘OK, but any problems phone me, I’m on my mobile.’
‘And I’ll have the car, so I’d be better off calling
anybody other than you,’ retorted Karen. Jack, realising she was in one of her
mischievous moods, nodded and threw her the car keys.
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Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011
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