Finders Keepers

I know how long I’ve let slip by without writing. Frankly, I’m surprised you haven’t stormed to Bay City, scolding finger and ‘I told you so’ in fine form. What can I say other than I’ve been beyond busy and I am going completely mad.

I should start by saying I miss the clinic, but I won’t because I don’t. It’s been so long since I’ve practiced on my own, I’ve nearly forgotten how freeing it can be. My caseload is still light, but I keep busy with consultations and the occasional surgical sit-in. For a teaching facility, BCUH is top-notch for its location and the staff has welcomed me with open arms. Unlike the cramped quarters they wedged us into back there, here they’ve given me a spacious suite complete with examining rooms and assistants. I still wish I’d brought you.

As for living arrangements, I have my very own cottage. You should see it! No more efficiency rooms for me. Right now it’s barely furnished (I’ve been busy!) but we shall soon take care of that.

Yes, I said WE. Jacob and myself. The two of us. And you were right – I love him, I admit it. I love Jacob, and I am beginning to love Carl. I find myself calling him by his true name more often than not. I see now they truly are one and the same. We spend a lot of time together or at least as much as our schedules allow. Fortunately his wife seems to work ungodly hours running a publishing house founded by a former husband. She’s away on trips quite often and comes home late most nights. Not to talk out of church, but her work has been the source of friction between them as of late. The woman is insane! If he were mine I would never leave his side.

All that aside, I can see she loves him as much as I do. Rachel is a nice person, very warm and sweet, which makes looking her in the eyes quiet hard at times. Actually, I’m beginning to like her far more than I anticipated. I know you’re scratching your head, but I said I didn’t come here to wreck any homes. So if anything happens it’s not my fault if I’m there to pick up the pieces.

As for Jacob/Carl, he loves her. When he’s with me he speaks of her repeatedly. The man can rhapsodize forever about her and her various charms. If I didn’t like them both I’d die from the sugary sweetness of it all. Oh, and don’t let me forget their kids. The twins anyway. Most of HER children are brats, pure and simple. The ‘grubs’ are two little bundles of energy. You should have seen them at their third birthday party. HIS children are absolutely adorable.

So you see Ruthie, I’m not about to destroy the marriage of the century. Rest assured that I am not some two-bit manhunting flooze. All I need is his nearness, nothing more.

I need to sign off now, but I promise a saner letter next time if you can withstand my snail mail. Come see me soon.

All my love and best wishes,

JULES