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Wednesday, April 11, 2068, 10:45 a.m., Tracy Island
Jeff walked into the infirmary for his appointment with his wife, the doctor. He didn't find her in the examining/infirmary room so he poked his head around the door to her office. She was on the phone, talking to some woman who he didn't recognize.
"I need the appointment as soon as possible," she explained. "The young man has lost his glasses and does not have a spare pair. He's walking around nearly blind, and this makes both his work and his family life more than difficult."
"I think we can squeeze him in on Monday the 16th," the appointment scheduler said.
"That's not good enough," Dianne answered. Jeff's eyebrows went up. He could tell by her tone that she was getting irritated by the woman on the other end.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I just can't...."
Dianne shook her head and cut the woman off. "Let me talk t' th' chief surgeon."
"I'm sorry, but he's very busy."
Dianne leaned in close. "You tell him, hunay, thet Dr. Dianne Tracy, as in Mrs. Jefferson Tracy, wants to speak with him now. Unless, o' coahse he's in suhguhry. Then he may return mah call."
"Dr. Tracy! I'm so sorry! I didn't catch your name..." the woman was all over herself with apologies. "I'll put him on right away." The screen flashed "Transferring Call".
Jeff slipped up behind his wife and put his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, a mixture of annoyance and frustration in her expression. "Whah is it thet Ah've always got t' drop yoah name befoah people give me th' time o' day?"
"The idea that I'm married is still new to a lot of people," Jeff murmured, bringing his face down next to hers and resting his chin on her shoulder. "And not too many people know you by name or by occupation. Give it time, love, give it time."
The phone flashed the words "Connection made", and Jeff stood back up, smiling at Dianne as he left to wait for her in the surgery. He could hear her voice, still using that thick drawl, as she talked to the chief surgeon about Dom's predicament. Finally, she came out, smiling a bit, rubbing her hands together.
"I have an appointment for him on Friday, the 13th. I still have to figure out when we'll need to leave, and I should tap someone to fly shotgun with me, too," she explained. "Lie back please."
Jeff did as she said, and she ran the surgical scanner over his foot. As the images processed, she worked his foot around with her hands, making him press down on her hand against pressure, asking him if he felt any pain. She poked him with a safety pin, elicting an "Ouch!" from the very first poke. Then she told him he could sit up and she went to the computer to check the images.
"Y'know, Di," he said as he sat up and leaned back on his arms. "I could fly shotgun with you to... wherever you've set up this appointment."
"The airbase in Kansas," she said absently. "Sounds like a good idea... if your foot passes muster today. Have you been doing your therapy exercises?"
"Religiously," Jeff answered. "If Gordon hasn't been on me about them, Alex has been. I think he deputized the boy to act in his stead about the therapy."
She sighed, then looked up at him with a smile. "Well, I think you can dispense with them now, Jeff. I like the way your foot looks and your muscles are strong. You haven't been limping, have you?"
"Not too much. Just when the foot feels stiff," he admitted.
"Then loosening up exercises for a week or so. And... I think I can clear you to fly, too."
"Fly? When?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"This weekend. You know I'd love to have you in the cockpit with me."
"I'd love that, too, dearest," he replied. Then he frowned. "But I told Callie and Kat we'd have a meeting on Saturday about how to handle media attention...."
"You can postpone that, can't you? Dom will need to be there anyway."
"Yes, you're right. And it's not like I've told everyone we were having it or when it was going to be. Okay. I"ll set it for Monday the 16th. That should be soon enough." Jeff hopped down from the table. "I'll get an email out right now about it."
"And I'll start making preparations for our trip to Kansas. Maybe we could stay overnight at the old farmhouse," Dianne suggested.
"A good idea. Will you make the arrangements?"
"Of course." Dianne stood and came close to Jeff. Her hand reached out to touch the side of his neck. "Y'know, if you and I didn't both have things to do... Ah could lock the door..."
Jeff smiled and brought his lips down to hers. "Tonight, my love. Tonight I will give you a most romantic evening in the privacy of our own suite."
"Ah'll hold yew t' thet, Jeff Tracy," she breathed as she kissed him tenderly. They left the surgery together, hand in hand, and as he walked out the sick room door, she sighed heavily, then turned back to her office to make travel arrangements.
Jeff went upstairs to the lounge and wrote up a quick email to send off to the IR operatives, making a special note to Kat and Callie about the rescheduling of the meeting. Then he walked back down to the kitchen to have a word with Kyrano about a special dinner... for two.
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