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Get this - she volunteers at the free
clinic downtown.  She works for free.  That’s like sick and wrong.”
    "Wow."
    "Yeah,
wow.  She sounds too good to be true, huh?"
    Jordan
drank.  "What do you mean?"
    Edison
eyed the painting on the wall, walking from one side of the room to the other. 
"Spooky.  It's like her eyes are following me everywhere I walk."
    Jordan
drank, nervously waiting for Edison to drop the bomb.
    Edison
took another drink.  "A person can't be that good, you know.  There has to
be a skeleton or two in the closet."
    "I
suppose you've found out what these skeletons are?
    "I
did find out that she's living with another doctor."
    "Living
with?"
    "It's
a guy.  A damn good-looking guy, too."  Edison extracted a printed photo
from the dossier and showed it to Jordan, saying, "Here's a picture of them
together.  They went to some formal gala together a couple of months ago.  His
name is Dr. Jeremy Blevins."
    Jordan
recognized him right away.  "I ran into him."
    "When?"
    "At
the hospital as I was walking out the door.  I literally ran into him as he was
coming in."
    "Well,
I'm afraid your romance with the doc was short-lived.  She's already
taken."  Edison did not look sorry or afraid.  She looked gloating.
    Jordan
picked the brush back up.  She had her back to Edison, but she could hear the
smile in her voice as she said, "You'll have to Kilz that first or it'll
bleed through."
    Too
bad I can't Kilz her face from my mind, Jordan thought.  She took a drink and
stared at Amy's blue face and didn't hear when Edison left the room.  Jordan
decided not to take Edison’s advice about the Kilz to paint out Amy’s face. 
Instead, she kilzed the bottle of wine and left the portrait on the wall.  Blue
Amy staring down at her would serve as a reminder.  A reminder to neveragain allow herself to fall for the true love myth.

Banana Peel
     
    "Hey,
sexy lady,” a smarmy voice said.
    Amy
looked up from her desk and quickly closed her laptop.  Her heart sank when she
saw who was leaning in the doorway of her office.
    Meet
Chad Dorring.   Ladies’
man extraordinaire.  Suave, sexy and single.  Metro-sexual.  He was the
heartthrob of the hospital.  If he hadn’t chosen to be a doctor he would have
made an excellent soap opera actor.
    Chad
stood in the doorway of Amy's office with a leer on his face.  Or maybe it was
a smile, not a leer, Amy thought.  Maybe his smile only resembled a leer. 
Either way, it was creepy.  Like how chimpanzees show you their teeth and you
think they're smiling and so cute, then suddenly they're attacking you.
    Chad
raised one eyebrow in a suggestive manner and asked, "What're you doing
later?"
    Amy
assumed the eyebrow raising was supposed to suggest that she was doing him later.  The thought of it made her want to gag.
    "Are
you okay?" he asked. He walked uninvited into her office and plopped down
in a chair.  He stretched his long legs out in front of him.  He looked like a
cat toying with a mouse – like he could sit for hours in front of a cabinet
waiting for the mouse to innocently poke its head out so he could rip it off. 
"You look a little sick."
    "Hello,
Chad, won't you come in?  Have a seat, make yourself right at home," she
said with ultimate sarcasm.  "And, no, I'm not sick.  You just surprised
me is all." She drummed her fingers on the desk, hoping her gesture
conveyed her impatience and he would excuse himself and walk away never to come
anywhere near her again.  Well, the never again part might require something
more extreme than tapping her fingers.
    It
didn't happen.  Chad smiled instead.  He made sure to give her his toothiest
smile - the one with the high-wattage bling factor.  When he did that to the
nurses, Amy swore she could smell sex pheromones emanating from every pair of
panties in a two-block radius.
    And
then, as if to compound matters, there was that cleft chin.  Amy abhorred that
cleft in Chad’s chin.  All the nurses