The Doctor's Do-Over

“Hey,” April said from the doorway, wrapping a scarf around her neck. “Since the heat’s on—” Mel pointed to Ryder, who waved “—the kid and I are gonna make an ice cream run. Any requests?”

“Chocolate chip,” Ryder said smoothly, earning him a “Got it,” from April and a glare from Mel.

“Thought you were freezing?” she said after they heard the front door close.

“I won’t be by the time they get back. Especially since—” he leaned back in the chair, his arms folded high on his chest “—the heat’s back on. You might want to close off the radiators in the unused rooms, though. To save fuel.”

“Gah. Were you always this much of a pain in the butt?”

“No more than you were.”

“Touché.”

Okay, so it felt good, sitting here, giving her grief, letting her give him grief right back. Simply enjoying the company, he mused as he surveyed the woebegone—to the point of creepy—room. “Place needs a lot of work, doesn’t it?”

“That would be our take on it, yep,” Mel muttered, apparently fascinated with the flames licking at the kettle’s bottom.

“Might be hard to find many buyers interested in it in this condition.”

“Only need one,” she said. Still watching that kettle. “And what’s it to you?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just making conversation.”

Which sputtered and gasped for several seconds until she said, “Thank you.” Her eyes touched his before veering back to the kettle. “For saving Quinn’s life and all.”

“Oh, that. Anytime. Although I do want to see her in a day or so, make sure everything’s healing up okay.”

“We can do that.” The kettle whistled; seconds later she handed him a mug of steaming water. “Not sure there’s any sugar—”

“This is fine,” he said, dunking his tea bag. “For God’s sake, Mel … sit. Talk.”

She stood, her arms crossed, her mouth set. “About what?”

“The Orioles’ chances at taking the Series this year, I don’t know. No, wait, I’ve got an idea—how about you tell me all about Quinn?”

He saw her eyes fill. “Ryder—”

“Why did you decide to keep her?” he asked as gently as he knew how. “We get our share of teen moms at the clinic, I know how hard it is—”

“Do you?”

“Enough,” he said, refusing to cow. “So, why?” He paused. “Especially considering the circumstances.”

That got a tight little smile. “Hardest decision I ever had to make. Or probably ever will. But in the end I guess I just wanted her to know at least one of us thought she was worth keeping. Which I suppose sounds silly and romantic and totally impractical, and to be honest I don’t know how I would have managed without my mother to help out, but there it is. She’s mine and I’m hers and that’s that.”

Ryder smiled. “She’s nothing like Jeremy, is she?”

After a long moment, she shook her head. “She’s an awful lot like her mother, though.”

“As in, silly and romantic and totally impractical?”

“Or we could go with headstrong, ruthlessly honest and never knows when to shut up.” At Ryder’s laugh, Mel seemed to weigh her options for a moment before slowly lowering herself into the chair across from him, her eyes alight. “She is so smart, Ryder. Taught herself to read at four, she goes through library books like candy. I home-school her, so she can go at her own pace. She’s reading at high school level, just finished eighth grade math. And she adores science—far more than I ever did, that’s for sure.”

“Wow.”

“You said it. Except I don’t know how much longer I can keep up with her. And now that she’s so far ahead of other kids her age, putting her in public school seems pointless.”

“What about a private school with a program that would challenge her?” When she got up to face the sink and the blackness outside, he took a scalding swallow of the tea, then carefully set down the mug. “There are scholarships—”

“I know. And I actually checked out a couple of schools in Baltimore, but …”

“But, what?”

She blew a short laugh through her nose, then turned back to him. “Despite our friendship, Ry, I was always extremely aware growing up that you were breaking ‘the rules.’ That I was the hired help’s kid. And I pretty quickly figured out that people … well, we pigeonhole each other, don’t we?”

“I don’t,” Ryder said evenly, his fingers strangling the mug’s handle.

“Of course you do,” she said on a sigh. “It’s what human beings do. Even when we were kids, you knew you were breaking the rules, too, and don’t tell me you didn’t.” When he glowered at the mug, she let out another little laugh. “It wasn’t possible to be in the position I was in at that house and not feel ‘less than.’ A point more than driven home to me at the end. And I don’t want Quinn to ever feel like that, as though someone was doing her a favor by ‘letting’ her go to a school with the rich kids.”

His forehead pinched, Ryder lifted his eyes to hers. “It’s not the same thing. True, my mother can be a snob, but—”

“You don’t think I didn’t hear your private school buddies give you grief about me? That I didn’t know the real reason behind why you pushed me away when they came over? As long as our friendship stayed in the closet we were fine—”

“For heaven’s sake—you were five years younger than I was! No bunch of twelve-year-old boys on earth is going to be okay with a seven-year-old hanging around with them!”

“And that’s all it was?”

“Yes! Mel … where is this coming from?”

She bunched her mouth for a moment, then said, “One of your friends, I don’t remember his name, brought his little sister with him a couple of times. I caught a glimpse of her from the hall when they arrived, she looked to be about my age—”

“That would’ve been Robbie Banes’s sister. Sylvia or Sarah or something.”

Mel nodded. “She saw me, too, even asked her mother if she could play with ‘the little girl.’ Your mother glanced in my direction, then mumbled something that sounded like ‘That wouldn’t be a good idea,’ before steering them away.”

“Oh, God …” Ryder scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Again, no idea. Although, if I’m remembering correctly we all would have been thrilled if the kid had been able to play with you. Man, what a little pill.” He lifted the mug toward her. “Count yourself lucky you were spared.”