Chapter 2 #2
He thought that the younger woman had been dealing with the older woman for some time.
Long enough to know what would push her buttons, too, no doubt.
And how to calm her down. As they made their way to the box lots where his mom was, he went to find her to tell her what he’d been doing.
His mom loved a good gossip as much as he did.
The auction started on time, and after the reading of the rules, he was ready to get started.
Mom had already staked her claim on a place where she could see what was coming up in bids, and he stayed back from her so that he could fetch for her.
She would buy what she wanted and be as excited as if she had won the jackpot. He loved that about his mother.
He was helping his mother when he spotted the women again.
He’d already surmised that they were sisters as they looked just enough alike to be that.
And that there wasn’t that much of an age difference as he’d thought.
Five years between them at the most. Just as he was putting one of his mother’s boxes down with the others.
The older of the two of them asked if she could sit in one of their chairs.
“Sure, but not the pink one. It’s my mother’s.” She said something about having terrible taste, but he didn’t say anything as she sat down in his chair. “When we move, you’ll have to get up. We only parked here because it was a good place to store our boxes.”
“I don’t care. I just wanted a seat, not a lecture on what you’re doing.
I suffer from terrible depression and just don’t have it in me to listen to you prattle on about nothing.
” She took out a fan from the box that his mother had, and he took it from her.
“I’m hot, and it’s just lying there. What’s the big deal?
Or are you one of those people who think that depression isn’t a disease?
I’m just as sick as someone who has cancer is, and I only wanted to cool myself off. ”
“Then you should have bid on the box.” He eyed her and her sister for several more minutes until his mom handed him another box.
Total, she had about a dozen of them, and later today or tomorrow, the two of them would go over each piece like it was a treasure from the sea.
Dad would have fun making fun of the two of them, too.
She never bothered with the things in the boxes anymore, but she did comment to everyone around her about how some people didn’t believe in doctors and such.
He thought it was funny that she had no idea that she’d called him to get him to take her as a patient and that he was a doctor himself.
While the younger woman, whose name he thought was Blake, wandered off to bid on things, he watched Robin to make sure she didn’t cause any trouble.
He was happy to make it so that Blake could do something on her own and would keep an eye on her sister while she was having a bit of fun.
When he saw her bidding on the furniture that he’d been looking at, he didn’t want to bid against her, so he let her get them for whatever price she was willing to pay.
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Robin thought that the man who was giving her the evil eye should have been more accommodating to her.
She had told him that she was a sufferer, and he didn’t seem to care.
She just wrote him off as some kind of non-believer when it came to depression and ignored him as best she could.
She looked up when Blake came toward her and thought that she looked entirely too pleased with something.
“I won the table and chairs. For a whole five dollars.” Robin asked her what she was going to do with it, as she was never going to eat off of it.
“I’m going to put it in my kitchen and have all my meals at it.
Don’t try to knock me down, Robin. I’m in a fantastic mood, and I don’t want you to tell me how depressed you are.
I’m not right now, and you should be happy for me. ”
“Why would you want to eat off of someone’s table and sit in their chairs?” She ignored her sister’s jab about her being in a good mood. She wasn’t, and Blake shouldn’t be either. “They’re dirty and stained. You should have been given five dollars to take them.”
“Whatever you say. I don’t care.” She danced around in a little gig, and she wanted to snatch her bauld. She should be depressed because she was. “I also know that it’s going to fit in my car to take home. I’m delighted to have what I want.”
“I have a headache, and my depression is at an all time worse. You should be catering to my needs, not rubbing it in how much of a good mood you’re in.
You have no idea how much I suffer.” She looked at Blake and could tell that she wasn’t listening to her.
“Did you hear me? I’m telling you that I don’t feel well and that you should be helping me feel better. ”
“To be honest with you, Robin, I don’t think you like it when people around you are having a good time.
And it has nothing to do with depression, but you simply being mean.
” Blake stretched her neck and glared hard at Robin.
“I’m going to take my little table home and clean it up.
Then, when I’ve done that, I’m going to have a meal at it and think how happy it made me to pick out and buy something that I wanted while you were around.
You’d suck the good time out of a clown if one were around you for very long. ”
He nearly bust out laughing, but caught himself in time.
Reagan wondered how often she’d stand up to her sister and believed that it did happen on occasion.
Not often, but enough that Robin would be making amends to her sister for upsetting her.
When his mom was ready to go, he picked up her chair and waited for Robin to vacate the other one.
Taking them to the car first was petty, but he wasn’t feeling all that generous right now.
As soon as she stood up, he took the chair from under her and headed to the truck. He was even going to offer Blake his truck to help her take her table and chairs home in but decided that she had this. She would make it fit if she had to break out windows to do it, just to get at her sister.
“Reagan, help the poor girl out. She looks like a stiff wind could take her out. And lifting that table and chairs might be too much for her.” He said he thought that she had it, but his mother insisted.
So being the gentleman that she wanted him to be, he went to the two of them and offered to take home their purchases in his truck. “Good for you.”
“No, he’s not going to help you. I’ll have Morgan come by and pick it up for you tomorrow.
Maybe by then you would have come to your senses, or someone would have stolen it by then.
He’s a mean, nasty man, and I don’t care for him.
” Blake looked at him and smiled. “Don’t do it, Blake.
I mean it, I’ll not be happy if you do that. ”
“You’re never happy, so butt out.” Blake looked at him again after glaring at her sister again. “Would you really? I don’t live that far, and it would be a great help for me if you were to do that.”
“Sure. It would be our pleasure. This is my mom, LouCinda Dresden; she’s been bidding on the box lots.” They shook hands, but Robin put her hand behind her back like she was afraid to shake his mother’s hand. “I knew you were rude. I’m Reagan Dresden. Doctor Reagan Dresden.”
“No way are you a doctor. I can sniff them out better than anyone can.” He didn’t say anything, but when she asked him for identification, he told her no. “I thought so. What are you, some kind of new wave doctor? Some quack that thinks that taking herbal essences will cure everything.”
“I’m a doctor of medicine. You should know you called my office wanting me to take you on as a patient.” If he hadn’t been looking at her, he wouldn’t have seen the flash of anger on her face. “So you do remember me. Good to know. I’m not taking any patients either at this time.”
“You bastard.” He was startled by the outburst but didn’t say anything. “You think you know it all. I don’t need you as a doctor. I’m doing just fine without one. I should have you disbarred for treating me the way that you have today.”
“I did nothing to you.” Blake stepped between them, and he had a moment of fear.
Robin looked like she was about to hit him, and he didn’t want the other girl hurt.
He moved in a way that her purse hit him in the back instead of her sister.
It nearly knocked him down, too, when he was hit from behind. “Are you all right?”
He had stumbled a little but was fine. But Blake had moved too and had been hit with the purse when she swung it again. He was barely able to catch her before she fell to the ground. As it was, she fell into the box lots that his mother had gotten, and he couldn’t see if she’d been hurt or not.
“Get away from her.” The purse came around again and hit Blake again.
“Look what you made me do? She’s hurt, and it’s all your fault.
” The purse was snatched away from Robin by his mom when it looked like she was going to use it again.
“This is going to blow up my depression because I hurt my sister. Just look what you’ve done to me.
You’ve hurt me and made my depression take a full bloom now.
” She started crying, and he ignored her for Blake.
She really was hurt, and he was trying to figure out what had happened when she’d gone down.
There was blood all over her head where the purse had hit her.