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Everyone has a past. Whether they carry it around as knapsack or unpack it and toss it in the closet, that's their choice.
Patricia Cummings stowed her past for thirty years, then decided she was strong enough to confront it.
And this is what happened.
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Closing the Past
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichChapter One
LEAVING
"I would like you to approve my transfer."
The request was unexpected and put Mark Vern off balance. He stared at Doctor Patricia Cummings as if she were an alien. Cautiously he asked, "Is it because of..."
"No," she cut him off.
Three weeks ago Vern had received a report of Cummings having an affair with junior doctor, Geof Martin. He had investigated, interrogated; neither Cummings nor Martin denied it. His response was to move Martin to another department, and Cummings was reprimanded.
"I can't just let you go..." Vern said shaking his head, his voice gruff.
"Mark, we can do this amicably or not. I am leaving. Either give approval and we remain friends, or I walk out."
"Patsy, what is it?" He dug with concern, gazing at this prized and more than satisfactory doctor who was going to leave, with his blessing or not.
Why?
Why was she leaving banged through his head. The situation between her and Martin was solved, no reason for her... no.
It wasn't her relationship with Martin. It was who informed on her and Martin.
She didn't respond, but seeing her face, he felt he could hear her thoughts. He took a breath, reluctantly nodded.
"Alright," he says softly. "Perhaps one day, if there is a change, you can return. I will not prevent or impede that in anyway."
"Thank you Mark," she said with a touch of passion, rising.
"I will miss you," he whispered as she left his office.
Patricia strode down the hall as if it were any day, not her last. She went to her locker, took her few remaining items, removed her name sticker and lock, then out of Mercy hospital. She saw Geof in the parking lot.
"It's done..." she said softly, moving away before he could speak.
She had informed him of the facts, her decision, and wanted to leave it there. For now.
Unlocking her car, tossing in her bag, she slid in. Before she started the engine, she shut off her cell phone.
Without reflection, Patsy drove to the flat she occupied, praising herself for renting a furnished one. Blessing herself for not attempting to put down roots or call this city, where she had been born, 'home'.
The drive was not ten minutes.
At the flat, she removed her possesssion to the car. Having begun packing three days ago, the task was quick. It took four trips without strain.
After a last look around the flat, she locked it, put her key in the landlord's mail box, then to her car and away.
As she drove, she focused on the road, nothing else.
She considered stopping for a meal after an hour, but pushed it back, continuing another forty five minutes, then at a fast food joint, bought take aways to eat in the car. Back on the road she made a stop at a gas station, then on to her new 'home', another furnished flat. She parked, began carrying in her possessions, depositing them on the floor.
Taking the last box, she locked her car, up to her flat.
Exhausted, having had a full day's work, then this lift and carry, she took a two minute sitdown, then grabbed her 'quick' bag and into the bathroom to wash away today.
Emerging, Patsy was too tired to do a retrospective and fell into bed, and sleep.
