SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL

Chapter 2.

Bette Porter had been out for a run. Her normal route was along by the river and back through the Columbia University campus where she was soon to start studying. Today she had run longer than usual. She wanted to clear her mind before the events of the day dominated her thoughts. She arrived back at her apartment block and stopped to collect her mail from the post box in the entrance. Even though she had been living in the apartment for six weeks it was amazing how fast the junk mail companies got your address and started bombarding you with rubbish. She dropped several circulars into the industrial shredder next to the mailboxes. She caught the eye of the doorman as she sorted her mail.. He was looking at her – she knew that this doorman liked checking out the women – and in shorts and a thin running vest she was giving in plenty to look at. She was just reading a postcard from a friend of hers from Yale who was travelling around New Zealand and smiling at her words. She could hear her saying the words in her head – Kathy’s Louisiana accent sounding in Bette’s head as she read.

“Hey Bette Porter “

Bette looked up from the postcard and smiled at Meghan Smith – the very cute doctor who lived in the apartment two doors from her

“Good morning Dr “ Bette eyed the green scrubs Megan was wearing “ Night shift ?”

“20 hours of night shift”

“That’s not a night shift “

“It is when you are me – what about you ?”

“Got to drop into the library for an hour or so”

Meghan raised her eyebrow in hope – Bette was a very desirable young woman and having already spent a couple of nights with the brunette she was always on call for a repeat.

Bette could read Meghan well enough – even when she hadn’t had been awake for about 36 hours the blonde medical intern was hardly secretive. She smiled at what was obviously the offer

“Today is not the best time for me “ Bette said “Or you “

“I have hidden levels of stamina “ Meghan protested good naturedly