The Inquisitor

Well, if nothing else, he'd created a resolve in her to handle her own predicament. "Nothing I care to discuss right now," she said, firmly putting a distance between him and whatever had happened just now.

His eyes regained their usual playfulness. "Now that sounds a little more like the spunky J.S. I know." He tactfully handed her a box of tissues and, as if nothing substantial had happened, suggested he wait for her in one of the procedure rooms. "To get my nerve up for the operation," he added, and left her alone.

He'd also known she needed time to compose herself, and had managed to withdraw without embarrassing either of them. That took style.

A sense of calm settled through her. It felt like the return of an old friend who'd been away. She liked the feeling. It made her comfortable with herself and filled her again with a quiet confidence that had faded away recently, almost without her realizing it. Yes, she loved Thomas. And yes, she carried his baby. And yes, he could be a clueless asshole about whether they would be together even beyond this year.

The serenity with which she could admit that jolted her. She also realized any decision about the baby would be hers. Just knew this. Couldn't say how or why, but knew, the way she knew her heart beat and her lungs breathed. In that instance the child became a life, not just part of her body. And for a moment she felt liberated from all the worry or regrets that had poured through her in the last twenty hours, freed even from the burden of trying to second-guess how to please Thomas. She'd choose what would be best for her and her progeny, period.

Yet she still felt whipsawed by everything, all in the wake of Father Jimmy's question. Or had it been a challenge? What he'd said had certainly put her through a sea change.

Using a mirror over the sink, she fixed her eyes and worried that if Dr. G. and now Father Jimmy could notice something was wrong through them, then Susa

As she worked on Father Jimmy, he chatted about growing up in Chicago with an Irish cop for a dad. "I was the youngest of four boys, and my mother, second-generation Greek, ruled us all, including Dad, with an iron hand…"

She found herself relaxing as he talked solely of himself, since it took the focus off her. She suspected he intended it that way. "Why did you become a priest?" she asked at one point.

"Good question. My brothers all became doctors, and Dad wanted none of us to have anything to do with being a cop. Since he dealt with the realm of right and wrong, and my brothers had the physical side of human nature sewn up, the soul seemed ideal terrain for me to occupy."

She laughed and did the jab.

He never so much as flinched. "But I'm not actually a priest yet, despite everyone around here thinking of me as one and calling me 'Father.' Did my seminary studies in Rome, two years philosophy, three theology, then a master's in hospital administration, and am currently doing my Ph.D. in pastoral services. While I'm a full-fledged chaplain, the actual vows are a few years off yet."

"Sounds as long as med school," she said, compressing the site of the puncture to stop the blood.

"I'll say it is, except I find philosophy and human thought more intriguing than learning how all the nerves and muscles work."

Minutes later Jimmy Fitzpatrick walked away wearing a shiny but small gold ring in his right ear.

As Jane cleaned up, Susa

"Me? I didn't know I'd been looking worse."

"You know what I mean. You didn't seem to be yourself."

"So I'm told."

"Father Jimmy have something to do with cheering you up? He's out in the nursing station, showing off your handiwork. Like a kid, he is, telling everyone who'll listen, 'J.S. is a marvel. Didn't feel a thing.'"

Jane smiled. "He's something, all right. And yeah, he really knows-" She almost said "how to treat women" but thought it not proper.

"Knows what?" Susa

"Really knows people and the right things to say to them."

Susa

Jane continued to wash her hands. "Sure. Doesn't everybody?"

Susa

"He told me about her. Sounds like quite a lady."

"Did he mention her father was a priest?"

Jane stopped in midscrub. "What?"

Susa

"I didn't know."

"Same goes for Father Jimmy. Because of his mother's co

"Yes, I see."

To anyone listening, Susa

Susa

Jane refocused on matters at hand. "Oh, that's from the supply room beside re-sus. I did it to keep busy."

Susa

"What's wrong with it? That's the count I got."

Susa

"Not at all."

Five minutes later they'd confirmed Jane's numbers were correct.

Susa

Jane couldn't remember her ever using the word. "What's the matter?"

"This morning I got fifty more than you did."

"Maybe you lost track? It's easy enough to do. Besides, how can you remember so exactly what you got?"

Susa

"Why?"

"Because I think someone's stealing them."

"What?"

Jane spent the next fifteen minutes quietly verifying that none of the other nurses had grabbed a handful of needles from the storeroom to replenish one of the many bins they kept them in, ready to grab on the fly. As she worked, her mind wandered back to Susa

A crude attempt at matchmaking? No, that would go totally against Susa

"Because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable about finding him attractive," Susa

"But I didn't find him attractive."

Susa