A Perfectionist Cure.

Chapter 2

I stayed half the night in the cabin as I didn't want to go back to those empty walls, but the cabin wasn't any comfortable either. Inconsiderate of the midnight blues, I walked back home.

The zero-hour lights of the alley and the magnolias reminded me of those days when I used to sneak out to go meet her- not exactly in the dark. We peddled through the empty roads that had houses sharing perimeter walls- shady old houses with elegant flowers that gave a ready invitation with no hesitation and we were wild people. She used to drop me off sometimes- drop me off anywhere at all, no matter how far but had the worst sense of geography. She would follow me anywhere until she could understand her way back- even otherwise she came. I never took her too far, now I wouldn't want my baby girl lost, would I? She would sneak a peck or sometimes an actual kiss if no one was around and we gazed into each other's eyes like we no longer validated the hours for real. The way she smelt was so addicting- more addicting than cocaine.

I was smiling all along the way and I didn't know if I was smiling because of my baby girl or Olivia's powerful smile- and they are two entirely different hypothesis of sense. Shit. The porch light was flickering again and it sure was the universe's way of trying to get me back in my space- I ignored it right in its face! As I stepped in, I sensed a taxing tingle in my spine. Ah! I had forgotten something. My brain had spaced out from all that smiling but the rest of my body knew what exactly needed to be done. My legs led me straight into my study and waited by the work surface. It took me a while to sense what required attention. and Ugh! It was quite horrible- the broken coffee and stingy air. I cleared it at once. Oh god! That stench was horrible!

I was craving for a good night's sleep. A peaceful, sound one.

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Brrrr Brrr.... Brrr Brrr... Heavy-eyed, I looked at my watch. 9:00. I was in for a late morning. I tossed to the other side and grabbed my phone to see which insensitive mortal had to call me up when I was going to have an erotic margarita and a lap dance- of course, in my head. It was Olivia. I answered the call and said nothing.

"Doctor?"

"Go on. You called me and that's new."

"Kate's here to see you."

"Which Kate?"

"One second doctor." I figured she was talking to someone through the muffled exchanges. "A Katherine Adam, who claims to be mother of our patient Noel Adam."

"Oh." Liv was calm, so the possibility of the situation being an emergency- ruled out.

"Should I tell her to drop in after your day?"

"That sounds good." Liv hung up. I had an hour to get my lazy tushies to the clinic.

Dressed in handsome lime- not the best choice, I set out. The withered magnolia blades that lay estranged were dry and a tad bit unpleasant. Olivia was my only hope to a day at merry and to my subtle woe, that went down the gutter as well.

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It was a quick day; as I bid adieu to the final pair, I asked Liv to direct Kate to my cabin when she arrives. While left undisturbed, I doodled on Kennedy on the front page of the Daily and listened to classic blues- actually one and then Kate barged in. I didn't initiate talking. She perceived the ignorance in air as she settled on the other side.

"My mom's looking after Noel right now, if that's what the look means." You are thinking too much. I'm just ignoring you.

"What are you doing here?", I asked. She looked to her right in an attempt to invalidate my ask. If she wasn't going to talk, why was she wasting time sitting in my cabin? I would've as well went home and had the rest of the day to myself doing something more constructive and worthwhile- even if it was just starring at the ceiling instead of spending it with a person who was completely uninterested in being responsive. She kept looking for ways to rekindle a dead rapport, but didn't know how to proceed. Her difficult eyes became desperately stern as she turned to look at me. That look. I knew she wasn't going to beat around the bush. She was going to drop the bomb...

"You still think of her, eh?" Kaboom. There it was. Could she be more cow-skinned? She could've beaten around the bush but NO and I wasn't devoid of emotions to come up with an answer.

"If there's nothing of great significance to talk about, I'd better take leave." Furious and raging with anger; I left to save my conscience from another depressing night. Storming out, I left the door open- allowing her to leave by her wish. Even the tie around my neck irked me to extents that I pulled it off my neck and shoved it in the dumpster! I could hear her justifying her intentions behind questioning so and I readily shoved her reasoning up my ass. She was steering herself clear of guilt. Both of us felt guilty and she was just a step ahead of me- vying to lead a more peaceful life. If things were a bit different, maybe my regrets would've toned down to comparatively minor degrees, feeling more in-tune with a head less full. Maybe I wouldn't have lost her to the nuances of worldly whims and fancies.

In no mood to stay put and loyal to my humdrum routine, I rented the entire series- I dream of Jeannie and watched it the whole night. Watching it made me feel no different. I took to pen and paper, the old-fashioned modus operandi of catering to an epiphany. Oh, whoopsie daisies! My stuff was still in my cabin, I hadn't brought them along.

 While my conscience was still shouting 'What the hell was she thinking?', I was hoping Liv didn't forget to lock the cabin- today of all days. Phew! I wouldn't have an answer if somebody questioned my submission to the stagnancy of creation and life. It seemed fluid and acceptable to not get a response in return.

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