ALBANYVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL - THIRD
FLOOR MEETING ROOM
was so good to see you both here again today," Corinne Campbell smiled as
she gathered up her things. "The auxiliary is always looking for new,
"That's exactly what I told Jillian," Francis Callison
nodded. "And I think that this organization is a wonderful thing for
a young wife to get involved in."
"Well, actually, we've only been coming to check things
out." Jillian nodded to her best friend,
"I don't think either one of us is ready to actually become members,
understandable," Corinne commented. "Despite the wonderful work
that we do for charity, we are a rather exclusive organization. Only the
finest members of society and women with the most important husbands are even
considered for membership. This is as much a chance for you to get to know
us as it is for us to get to know you." She paused and smiled
warmly. "Of course, with your mother-in-law's high recommendation,
I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting the required votes for admission."
"Actually, we're not really sure that we...."
"And, Mrs. Davis, it's been a pleasure to have you sit in
on our meetings, too. It's not often that we allow outsiders to
"O-outsiders?" Lorraine stammered awkwardly as she
quickly glanced in Jillian's direction.
Corinne meant to say," Francis spoke up, "is that membership is
usually only available on recommendation only. We weren't expecting you to
come with Jillian." She smiled sweetly in Lorraine's direction.
"But I'm glad you came. I'd actually considered inviting you some
time ago, but I didn't realize that you were interested."
"You know, Francis, dear, if Jillian and Mrs. Davis join
our auxiliary, that will mean bonus points for you when it comes time to vote
for member of the year."
"Well, I didn't invite Jillian to gain points or win an
award," Francis explained. "I simply thought that the work we do
would be a wonderful experience for her."
"Of course," Corinne nodded.
are we leaving?" Lorraine whispered to Jillian. "I don't...feel
like I belong here."
"Nonsense," Jillian replied softly as she continued to
smile and nod while half-listening to Corinne. "You belong here just
as much as I do -- not that that's saying much."
"Francis, you did take care of those details for the 4th of
July Ball, didn't you?" Corinne said as she turned to her.
"Time's running out and we need to get everything finalized."
"I told you that I was taking care of it, Corinne.
I've done everything that you asked me to."
The quartet of ladies slowly walked out of the conference room
and into the hallway.
"That's good," Corinne nodded. "I have to
confess that I was a little worried. You've had a lot on your plate,
lately." Her attention was immediately drawn to the sight of her
husband, Dr. Talbot
Campbell, as he walked down the hallway in their
direction. "Talbot, darling!" she called out. "I was
hoping I'd be able to see you today."
"I'm sure you were," he muttered half under his
breath. "Actually, I'm on my way to a meeting, but if you've got a
"Yes, dear, of course," Corinne smiled.
"I've always got time for my wonderful husband."
"I wasn't talking to you," Talbot said coolly.
"I was talking to Jillian."
"Me?" Her eyes grew wide with surprise.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"I've been trying to call you this morning, but you weren't
home." He walked over and opened the door to the conference room and
motioned for Jillian to step back inside. "I really need to talk to
you in private."
"A-all right," she stammered awkwardly as she glanced
to both Francis and Lorraine.
"I need to get home, anyway," Lorraine said
softly. "There's only so much time I can stand to be away from Mikey."
After saying her farewells to both Francis and Lorraine, Jillian
stepped into the room. Talbot followed close behind her -- saying nothing
to his wife -- and closed the door.
"Dr. Campbell, what's this all about?" Jillian asked
with concern. "What's so important that you've been trying to get in
touch with me?"
you remember those tests you had done before the wedding?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Both
Reginald and I had
complete physicals." She froze as her eyes filled with horror.
"There's...nothing wrong with him, is there? He's not sick is
"No, Jillian, your husband is the picture of perfect
"Then what..." Her hand flew up to her mouth
when she realized that if he wasn't referring to Reginald, then he was referring
to her. "Oh, my god," she gasped. "What's
wrong? What did those tests show? Am I sick?"
you're not sick," Talbot laughed. "And nothing's wrong with
you. Granted, I'm sure that you'll think the timing isn't exactly the
"Dr. Campbell, if I'm not sick, then what are you talking
"Jillian, I have the pleasure of telling
you...." He paused and took a deep breath, punctuated by a
smile. "That you and your husband are going to have a