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CHAPTER ONE – Dr Porter
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Madison Neuroscience Research Lab –
Cassie Davenport is my oldest friend’s daughter, my Godchild and my extraordinary surgery assistant. If she vanished tomorrow, I’d have to disappear to. She’s that critical to everything.
I’m examining the combat vet’s latest brain scans when she breezes into my office.
”How’s your mood this morning, because I’ve got two things to tell you.” She stands a few feet away, green eyes, long brown hair she twists on top of her head with pencils and knitting needles while at work. She squints at me to discern my feelings. She started this squinting business when she was nine.
This morning her scrutiny causes me to frown and wonder again about my eroding temperament of late. ”What?” is about all I can muster.
”First, the good news. Your horse is fine.”
I spin around and knock a stack of patient medical files on the floor. ”What?”
Cassie straightens her crisp white lab coat and stares straight into my eyes. ”You’re cleaning that up.” She points to the mess of paper on the floor.
”Agreed.” I bend down and shuffle reports back into their folders. ”What’s this about Nightingale?” I make a dash for the phone to call the stable.
”Put the phone down. As I said, he’s fine, but this morning a new barn hire let too many horses out in the ring for exercise and Nightingale jumped the fence.”
”Then what?”
”Back in his stall, safe and sound, with a bucket of oats, but Mrs. Prescott wants you to come by or call her.”
Unable to stop her need for order, Cassie leans over and straightens the pile of folders I’d haphazardly dropped on my desk. She continues my briefing/scolding. ”Mrs. Prescott says to tell you that he misses you and to remind you that he’s a young horse who, I believe this is how she put it, needs your ass in the saddle, or needs his mother. I forget which.”
This she follows with her laugh. A pleasant kind of cackling that amuses me, but I don’t show that yet.
Caught being lazy I revert to an old habit that drives some people up the wall. I crack a few knuckles before shoving my hands deep into my pockets. ”Mrs Prescott would’ve said his mother, because she’s old fashioned that way, but you’ve explained the situation. I get it. I should’ve gone there yesterday to see my boy.”
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Loving this story so far!
Thanks Tee! I’ve got to get Dr Porter all tangled up with the spies and then satisfy her with a date with the journalist. Anything in particular you’d like to see unfold in this thriller?
I love the serious side of Bette as well as her occasional uptightness but I also love when she has fun and turns on that charm that the ladies love so much.
Welcome back Command:
I like very much your story; it is very much your style, I was missing it; the thematic is excellent and I think the story is very promising; thank you so much for bringing this (the topic) here. I will be waiting for a sooner update. Thanks again
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Dear Proteonomics,
My thanks for your welcome back and appreciation of the complex theme. I’m making plotting notes for the next chapter and beyond.
Very disappointing story.
I’m so happy to see you post again .I love your stories and this looks like its going to be another great story. Please post soon .
Hiya Don70,
It’s enjoyable to get back to fiction writing. I’ve missed it terribly! Feels good to vent through Bette, too. As has been said many times in the American media of late, no one can believe the unravelings of this administration and to write it as a political thriller, no one would believe it. Then I thought – Well, I can come up with something that Bette would enjoy a romp through. Believable or not, I’m delighted you’re enjoying the tale so far!
Thanks for the new story. I’m intrigued because I do believe trump is crazy. Looking forward to more
WKM, Agreed! While on a recent bike ride Trump’s escalating non compos mentis was unnerving to envision so, I gave the case to Dr Porter. We’ll do less brain surgery in the next chapter and more action. So far, we have a brilliant doctor, a black horse, an able trusted assistant and a crush on a TV pundit. I think I can shake and stir that into something interesting!
My thanks for your comment!
Welcome back and wow, with a story involving Bette and a Black horse, both dear to me. That and a Tv pundit who she has a crush on and the Trump character who is crazy and not alone in fiction, is a very interesting mix for a fantastic story!
I am happy that you are back!
Looking forward to the next update!
Nice to see you too!
We’re in sync on Bette needing a dark horse as a friend. I have a wonderful picture of Nightingale we’ll see in the next chapter…coming soon.
I was particularly focused on the breaking news from Capitol Hill yesterday and it couldn’t possibly have been any stranger, except of course today it is!
Upcoming, Doctor Porter has some interesting thoughts on mental psychosis. I hope you’ll find those and more interesting.
You’re back! And with a bang! Looking forward to chapter 2. I think I see how our neuroscientist comes to cross paths with a political reporter. ;)
How clever of you! One hopes their meeting involves a bang as well!
Very, very interesting story, please post more. Okay, how the heck did they know Bette had a theory about the President-elect. She only talked to Cassie about it, then whispered in the man’s ear with him unconscious. I want more of this story. Please post more. Thanks.
Delighted you’re engaged and hoping for more. We go into theories in Chapter Two. I hope you find her delivery amusing. I’ve written most of the next chapter and plan to post before dark CST time.