Obsession II
I’ve worked hard and for years for this PhD and in one fell swoop this idiot ruins it! Now I have to go through the trouble of having to call the school and seeing about getting a new one. Damn it! I have a mind to give her a stronger dosage. Keep her sedated so that she doesn’t cause trouble. It wouldn’t be ethical, but it sure would be sweet revenge.
Genevieve Burke, of course, would do no harm, but she did blow off steam from time to time. She considered this healthy. No matter what she thought, she would not follow through with harming a patient. After her last patient of the day, she went to the lobby of her office building, ordered an Ambergris and relaxed. Just one beer, with a hint of whale vomit and a fruity flavor. She smiled. This won’t diminish my reaction time while driving. I need it. What would my patients think about me drinking whale vomit?
Her tastes had always been slightly different from what others were doing. This pleased her. She thought it made her more interesting.
Once done, she drove home without any incident. At home, she kicked off her pumps and padded to the bath. She decided to soak for a while. As she began to remove her top, she heard a tapping noise. Her bedroom was on the second floor. She couldn’t imagine that it was a person.
I wonder if one of the branches has grown too close to the window? Holding her blouse to herself, she stepped into the bedroom as she stepped to the window. A face looked back at her.
She screamed. This caused her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. With her blouse forgotten, she looked intently, but he face was gone.
There is no way that someone could levitate to the second floor. Just trees. Trees and the parking lot. No neighbors in sight. It had to be a trick of the light.
“Must have been the whale vomit.” She spoke to disturb the quiet, it helped to bring her back to her senses. She raced to the bathtub and shut off the water. Too much. I’ll have to drain some.
The rest of the evening went without incident. She went to bed early.