The Doctor's Blessing. Patricia Davids
emotional and spiritual components. Amber had what he didn’t yet have in Hope Springs. A familiarity with the people he would be treating and knowledge of the inner workings of the town.
He needed to reach some kind of common ground with her if she could get past his stance on home deliveries. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed her help to keep his grandfather’s clinic running smoothly.
Besides, the last thing he wanted was to tell Harold that he’d driven away the irreplaceable Miss Bradley. During their brief phone conversation last night, Harold once again sang her many praises. If Phillip didn’t know better, he might have thought the old man was playing matchmaker.
After crossing the street at a jog, Phillip reached Amber’s side and shortened his stride to match hers. “Morning, Miss Bradley.”
“Good morning, Doctor.”
“Are you on your way to the office?”
“Yes.”
He glanced at his watch. “You’re a little early, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
In spite of the warm summer sun there was no sign of thawing on her part. He said, “We didn’t see many patients yesterday. Can I expect our patient load to be so light every day?”
“No.”
This didn’t bode well for the rest of the day. “The weather has been agreeable. Are summers in Ohio always this nice?”
“No.”
Getting nowhere, he decided to try a different tack.
Phillip saw an Amish family walking toward them. The man with his bushy beard nodded slightly. His wife kept her eyes averted, but their children gawked at them as they passed by. One of them, a teenage boy, was a dwarf. A group of several young men in straw hats and Amish clothing walked behind the group. None of the younger men wore beards.
When they were out of earshot, Phillip asked, “Why is it that only some Amish men have beards?”
He waited patiently for her answer. They passed two more shops before she obliged him. “An Amish man grows a beard when he marries.”
“Okay, why don’t they have mustaches?”
“Mustaches were associated with the military in Europe before the Amish immigrated to this country so they are forbidden.”
“From what I understand, a lot of things are forbidden…TV, ordinary clothes, a car.”
She shot him a sour look and kept walking.
That was dumb. Criticizing the Amish wasn’t the way to mend fences. “Sorry, that was a stupid remark. Guess I’m nervous.”
She kept walking, ignoring his bait. Either she had great patience, grim determination or a total lack of curiosity about him.
He gave in first. “I’m nervous because I know you’re upset with me.”
“Ya think?” She didn’t slow down.
Spreading his hands wide, he waved them side to side. “I’m getting that vibe. People say I’m sensitive that way.”
Had he coaxed a hint of a smile? She looked down before he could be sure.
“Amber, we’ve gotten off to a bad start. I know you must blame me for Harold’s injuries. I blame myself.”
She stopped abruptly. A puzzled frown settled between her alluring eyes. “Why would I blame you for Harold’s accident?”
Chapter Four
Stunned by Amber’s question, Phillip could only stare. She didn’t know? How was that possible? More to the point, once she found out would it kill any chance of a better working relationship? He had opened a can of worms and didn’t know how to shut it. She was waiting for his answer.
“Harold hasn’t told you how the accident happened?” Phillip cringed at the memory.
“He said he foolishly stepped into the path of an oncoming car.”
Phillip stiffened his spine, bracing for the worst possible reaction from Amber. “I was driving that car.”
When the silence lengthened, he expected an angry or horror-filled outburst. He didn’t expect the compassion that slowly filled her eyes.
Encouraged, he forged ahead. “It was the last night of his visit. We’d had an argument. I dropped him off at his hotel. I was angry and waiting impatiently for a chance to pull out into the heavy traffic. When a break came, I gunned it.”
He’d never forgive himself for what happened next. “I should have been paying more attention. I should have seen him, but he rushed out from between two parked cars right in front of me. I couldn’t stop.”
She laid her hand on his arm. “That must have been terrible for you.”
“I thought I killed him.” Phillip relived that terrifying moment, that horrific sound, every time he closed his eyes.
Quietly, Amber said, “Thank you for telling me. I can understand how hard it was for you. I want you to know I don’t blame you. An accident is an accident. Things happen for a reason only God knows.”
Phillip’s pent-up guilt seeped out of his bones, leaving him light-headed with relief. “Now, can we work together without those frosty silences between us?”
He knew he’d made a mistake when her look of compassion changed to annoyance. “I don’t blame you for what happened in Hawaii. I do blame you for making me feel marginalized and ridiculed for my career choice. For brushing aside my years of training and my skills as if they were nothing. I’m proud to be a nurse-midwife.”
Taken aback, he snapped, “Wait a minute. I did not ridicule you. I stated my opinion about home childbirth. An opinion that is shared by the American Medical Association, as I’m sure you know.”
“And so far, not upheld by the courts, as I’m sure you know. Childbirth is not a medical condition. It is a normal, natural part of life.” She started walking again.
Catching up with her, he said, “But it can become a medical emergency in a matter of minutes. I’m sorry we can’t agree on this. However, if we’re going to be working together we need to agree on some other important issues.”
She shot him an exasperated look. “Such as?”
“That my grandfather’s practice is important to him. Both you and I are important to him. He wouldn’t want us at odds with each other.”
He detected a softening in her rigid posture. Finally, she admitted, “That’s true.”
“Right. We can also agree that the clinic needs to run smoothly, that I don’t know where to buy groceries in Hope Springs and I haven’t found a barbershop. Can you help a guy out?”
She did smile at that. “The grocery store is at the corner of Plum and Maple. Take a left at the next block and go three blocks east. The barbershop backs up to our building. Go through the alley to Vine Street. It’ll be on your left. And yes, the clinic needs to run smoothly. Our patients deserve our best.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
It was grudgingly given, but he’d won a small victory. “I also don’t know what labs Mrs. Nissley had done. I couldn’t find her chart.”
“I was checking her hemoglobin A1c. She’s a diabetic. Ask Wilma for any charts you can’t find. She has her own system of filing because so many of our patients have the same names.”
“Why is that?”
“Most Amish are descendants of a small group who came to this country in the seventeen hundreds. It is forbidden to marry outside of their faith so very few