Dr. Carolyn Smirnoff had come of age at a time when women were being told they could "have it all" combined with the chance to see if that proposition were true. In Carolyn's case, it had been true — but it seemed to her that as quickly as she attained success in her chosen profession, married the man of her dreams, and brought into this world the three children she always wanted to have, that
all
began to slip through her latex-clad fingers.
First to disappear was her husband of twenty years, Alexi. Dead at the age of forty-five of heart disease... and he wasn't even a smoker! The second thing to disappoint her was the medical profession itself which somewhere along the way decided doctors should not be healers but instead paper-pushing zombies for Big Pharma. Most recently, her children devastated her — at least her two oldest ones at any rate. It is always difficult to discover that your eighteen and twenty-year-old kids are having sex. In Carolyn's case, she was driven home one Wednesday afternoon because of nausea only to find her oldest child Rudy and her middle child Renee quite literally joined at the hip in the living room. Coming home to that image unshackled the good doctor's ability to retain the contents of her stomach...
"Renee," Carolyn screeched just before heaving, "get off your brother!"
"I can't, Mom... we're stuck and he can't get out of me!"
"Rudy, pick her up and go!" she commanded as she bent over at the waist and pointed in the direction of her son's bedroom.
At that moment her stomach decided to follow that same advice...
No more about the incident was said that day or even the day after. On the following Saturday, however, Dr. Smirnoff and the
lovebirds
went to her closed clinic where she put them both through full medical examinations. She asked her children the usual battery of questions which are expected of any physician dealing with such a medical area as human sexual relations...
Question: "How many partners have each of you had?"
Answer: "We've only been intimate with each other, Mom."
Question: "How long have you two been sexually active together?"
Answer: "Ten years."
Carolyn tried to maintain her professional bearing but her anger bled-through into her next query.
Question: "And in this last decade of having illicit sex under
my
roof... what sort of protection against pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease have you two been using?"
Answer: "None."
At this point, Dr. Carolyn Smirnoff lost all sense of a professional demeanor and reverted back into
Mother Mode
...
"Do you two numbskulls have any sense left in you that the gods gave geese? I'd guess not since you've decided it's an okay thing to engage in unprotected sex — and to do so with a close relative, no less! There are various laws here that have been broken by the two of you. As a licensed physician, I am required to report this to the authorities. Fortunately for the two of you,
I am
the highest authority in your lives, so you will only be grounded until each of you reaches thirty instead of getting handcuffed and thrown into the slammer!"
Both of her kids took the opportunity at that moment to reach out and caress their mother's shoulder nearest to them. Carolyn had to admit this twin gesture was both welcomed and effective. She
was
much calmer now...
"You aren't going to stop having sex with each other, are you..." said Carolyn.
"No, Mom," answered Renee.
"Do you want me to have one of my colleagues write you a script for the Pill, honey?"
"Sure, Mom... if that will make you feel better."
"It won't make me feel any better, but it might keep me from becoming a grandmother before I'm fifty!"
All of what was just described happened to Dr. Smirnoff more than two years ago. Since then, her two oldest children had moved from home into their college apartment. Only her youngest child, Tanya, remained. She was now eighteen and had just that week graduated from high school. In those last two years, Carolyn never got her
all
back — not even close — but her life did manage to settle into something resembling stability. Unbeknownst to her, even that small, less than satisfying victory was about to disappear...
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Carolyn closed her email account and sat back in her office chair. It was 6:30 on a Thursday afternoon only a few days past the summer solstice — which was why intense sunlight streamed through the outer windows in her practice's suite of cubicles and illuminated her work space. Her staff had left her to catch up on paperwork just after the final patient of the day had waddled back out the main door in all her pregnant glory.
"I was
so
ready to get all those Medicaid forms completed and sent in!"
Side-lined by an unexpected email from Renee, Carolyn had opened and read the message. Its contents made moot the 'To Do' list she had been prepared to methodically work through over the course of the next hour. Instead, she rose from her chair and took off her smock. From a coat stand, she traded the smock for her jacket, retrieved a large handbag from an otherwise empty drawer, and made for the suite's rear entrance — on the other side of which sat her Subaru Forrester.
"Please come, Mom. We have to see you as soon as you can manage it! Exciting news!" was what Renee's message had said. Nothing, of course, to indicate what sort of news...
"It's so typical of her," thought Carolyn. "She has the rare ability to be both enigmatic and hyperbolic at the same time."
The drive to her children's apartment on the campus of the University of Michigan was only about three miles from her office, but owing to the time of day, Carolyn could not hope to reach her destination for at least twenty minutes. And sure enough, at just past 7:00 PM, Carolyn found and took an empty parking space near the building where they lived.
The walk to the apartment building's entrance was effortless. Waiting for her daughter to buzz her into the structure was not. Once inside, Carolyn strolled through the lobby, called for the elevator, and took it to the sixth floor where Rudy and Renee lived in the relative comfort of their two-bedroom flat. Not that they actually
used
both bedrooms...