It was just a little thing that got it all started. It happened on a Friday afternoon. My six-year-old daughter Evie who was in grade one got dropped off after school by one of her school friends' mother. Since they were driving right by anyways, she had called me to ask me if it was okay if she brought Evie home with her as they lived nearby. I said sure.
Instead of pulling in she just stopped the car at the side of the road to let my daughter out. Evie being eager to see me she got out and started to run across the street to our driveway. As she was taught, she walked out from behind the car. She got hit by a driver going the other way. She had been so excited she had forgotten to look both ways. I called nine one one right away. Within minutes both an ambulance and the police had shown up.
My wife of seven years was at the nursing home working her normal shift. Since it was the Nursing home policy that all cellphones had to be locked in their staffs' assigned locker during work hours. I had called them on the way to the hospital to ask them to convey what was happening to my wife. That's when I learned because of the unexpected slow down at the nursing home all full-time staff had been asked to use some of their accumulative permanent time off hours to save some from layoffs. My wife had chosen today to use some of hers. The little problem was that she had worn her nurses' uniform when she left for work this morning. It was just a little thing, but it did not add up.
I had no clue she had the day off. If she was going to use some of her accumulative time off it was normal for her to discuss it with me first. I wondered if she had taken some private work elsewhere to help someone who was in a jam. The only thing I knew for sure was that the receptionist had deliberately fed me a line of bull shit. It was just a little thing, but it stuck in my mind.
I called her cell phone and it went to her answering service. That was strange because since she was not working, she would normally answer it. Something was not right, but I had no clue as to what. It was just a little thing, but it bothered me. I left a message telling her in detail what was going on. I had gotten my daughter's paperwork filled out. I still had not heard from Emma. The emergency doctor had sent her for x-ray's and an MRI because she was still not coming around. They were afraid that something may have caused her to go into a coma. I was really getting worried.
Finally, about an hour after what would have been her normal time to get off work my wife showed up. I could smell the scent of fresh soap off of her body as I hugged her. That was a smell I normally found on her right after her shower first thing in the morning. I knew instantly that something was going on, but I didn't know what. Still, it was just a little thing. The problem was that there were just too many of them. I now knew something was going on, but I did not know what.
I said to Emma didn't the receptionist pass my message on to you. She responded as soon as she got the chance. I was tied up with a patient that needed to be transferred to St Francis and you were here in Southeast. I knew she was lying but I let it slide. This was not the time or the place. Two females had lied to me today. I knew I had to find out why. What had started as a normal day had led to lies and a few little things between us that did not add up. The only thing I knew for sure that my wife was not behaving like she normally would.
We had just gotten the tests completed when the apple of my eye started to come around. I'm glad that as a dad I was there for her. The doctors decided it would be best if she stayed in for observation overnight because of how long she had been out. At about ten pm after she fell asleep, we headed home stopping at Taco Bell's drive-through on the way. After eating and having a cold beer. We headed to bed.
That Saturday our little angel was cleared to come home. We were lucky there was no serious damage. When we got to the hospital our family Doctor was there checking her over. I was impressed because Doctor Ronald Foster appeared to take his job seriously. Before leaving he instructed us to call the office and set up a follow-up appointment in three weeks. Sometimes he explained there can be problems that show up afterward that are related to the accident. Without follow up they might be never known. Best to be careful in these situations he said when they're so young.
Once we were back home and settled, I asked Emma again how her Friday went. The answer I got was not satisfactory. Normally she would tell me if there was something funny that happened or if they had a new transfer come in from the hospital. Those little tidbits of normal communication and information were missing. It was just a little thing, but these little things were now adding up to forming a pattern. Whatever my wife had been doing on Friday it was clear that she did not want me to know about it. I was beginning to ask myself why? It got my mind looking back over the last few weeks to see if there was something, I had done to piss her off. Emma if she felt she wasn't being treated fairly could hold a grudge for weeks.
Emma and I had been sweethearts all the way through high school. From the moment I met her that first time in junior high for me, there was never anyone else. Though we broke up three or four times we always ended up back together. Emma had a bad habit of having something catch her eye and then go after it to figure out what the attraction was. During those times we would break up. I just thought that all of it was part of growing up. Surely it was a stage that she would grow out of. Each of these breakups was caused because she had developed an interest in someone or something else.
I was part of the Jackson high school football team she had been a cheerleader. Both of us were very popular students. Everyone thought we belonged together, but we ended it in our senior year because I saw us going nowhere. After high school, I joined the fire department working my way up. She got her LPN certification and started working towards becoming a registered nurse.
It was because I got injured on the job fighting a fire that was the reason we hooked back up. Six months later we were married. Our daughter was two years old when Emma became a Registered Nurse. Emma had dark shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes and a figure that was very attractive. It was her giving personality that most who knew her seemed to love. What was puzzling for me was that in our years of marriage we had never had a serious conflict or problem. A few months ago, we had been considering expanding our family.
On Sunday we had been invited with our daughter to an afternoon barbeque. It was to be an outdoor party around the pool by one of her co-workers. So, we got ready to go by putting on our bathing suits under our regular clothes. We all were assigned something to bring. On the way, I stopped to pick up the items we decided to bring from the grocery store. We brought enough smokies and buns for about sixteen. These were premium Franks that I always boiled before putting on the grill. They were done in a natural casing and the boiling gave them a richness and bulkiness that got hidden when grilled from out of the package. Instead of being dry these would be moist when grilled and the flavor of the smoke would be tasted in every bite. I had discovered them by accident and now they were the only ones I would eat. I called them smokies because that was the flavor that came through so strongly. It turns out the way I prepared them made them a hit. It ended up with me doing that we always had more meat than bread.
No one noticed me that Sunday as I was in the kitchen at the stove boiling the franks in the salted water. I kept watching over them until they puffed up which didn't take long. Once they reached that point after draining the water off, I would dry them off before taking them to the grill.
My wife Emma was talking with our host Oliva while standing just outside the patio doors. Oliva was the head of the human resources department where they worked. They both were looking out towards the pool where our daughter and her son were playing with a few others. I really didn't pay attention to what they were saying to each other until the very end. What I heard at that point hurt me deeply. It rocked me to my foundation hard. It was their conversation that explained quite clearly to me what was going on.
"Doctor Ronald Foster the wildly popular single doctor used to come every Friday afternoon to check up on his patients that are in residence," Oliva said. "Now he shows up only on the Fridays that you are on. It's making some of us wonder if there is there something going on between the two of you. If there is it something that I should be aware of?"