her nose, April glanced around the place, uneasy with his close proximity. “Aren’t you with another patient?”
“No, just catching up on paperwork. Are you in pain?”
She met his gaze curiously. Do I look like I’m in pain? If I am, mister, you’re the cause of it!
Reaching for a chart, he cleared his throat. “I’ll step out while you disrobe.”
Her gaze darted around the room to see who he was talking to.
They were the only two people in the room.
“Disrobe?”
“Yes. Take off your clothes, cover yourself with that white sheet, and I’ll be back in a moment.”
Her eyes narrowed. Disrobe? Why, the knave!
“You’re not only a blabbermouth, you’re disgusting!”
Already halfway out the door, he stopped and turned. “I beg your pardon, miss?”
“Disrobe?”
Wait until Grandpa heard what his precious Dr. Fuller had just suggested! Why, he would have him thrown out of the community! Dignity didn’t hold with the likes of crude, ungodly men.
“Before I can examine you, you’ll have to take off your clothes.”
She stiffened. “I did not come in here to take off my clothes.”
“If you have a female complaint, I’ll have to—”
“Female complaint?” She stopped. Oh, yes, a female complaint. She couldn’t have a simple ache or pain, no, it had to be a “female complaint.”
“Yes, I do have a complaint and I am female, but the last thing I would do is disrobe for you.”
Calmly closing the door, Gray returned to his desk and sat down. “Let’s start over. Exactly what is your ‘personal’ problem?”
Planting both hands on the edge of his desk, she leaned close, glaring at him as she clearly enunciated each word. “What I do with my life, or what I take up as a profession, is absolutely none of your business!”
Leaning back in his chair to keep space between them, Gray frowned.
“And I’ll thank you to keep your opinions to yourself, Dr. Fuller.”
It was his turn to look over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t speaking to someone else.
There were still only two of them in the room.
“It’s bad enough,” April continued, “that I have to contend with your archaic views on the female population, but now you’ve really done it.” Her tone dropped menacingly. “You’ve dragged Grandpa into this, and I cannot emphasize strongly enough that it is not your place to be telling Grandpa what I do, just because we do not see eye to eye on certain subjects!”
Pulling herself up to her full height, she felt weak with relief. This hadn’t been as bad as she’d expected.
Readjusting her hat, she expelled a deep breath. “I believe I’ve made myself clear.”
That said, she headed for the door and slammed it soundly behind her.
Gray’s framed medical certificate fell to the floor, the glass shattering.
The doctor stared at the rubble, mystified. Getting slowly to his feet, he walked to the outer office in time to see the hem of her skirt whipping out the front door.
He opened the door and watched her flounce down the sidewalk and enter Ludwig’s Pharmacy, slamming that door, as well.
What was that all about?
Stepping onto the sidewalk Gray peered at the closed door of the pharmacy, muttering under his breath.
More to the point, who was her grandpa?
The woman was an infuriating mystery, one he wasn’t sure he wanted to unravel. She had a temper; the shattered glass of his medical certificate was proof. But she was angry because he’d told her grandpa what she was doing with Lydia. The question puzzled Gray. Who was her grandpa?
He narrowed it down to three possibilities, with Riley Ogden at the top of the list. Could she be the “April” his friend talked about? It was more than possible, since Riley described her as stubborn, but beautiful. And if she was April, Gray couldn’t argue with either description.
“A man, Beulah. That’s what he is! A pigheaded, obstinate man! Doesn’t that say it all?”
April was still fuming over Gray Fuller. The fact that she hadn’t let him get away with it didn’t help. The nerve of that man to expound about “modern medicine” at Lydia’s rallies, when so many doctors still inflicted their obsolete opinions on women! The fact galled her.
“A most good-looking man,” Beulah mused. “But not good enough for you to nearly break the glass out of Papa’s front door.”
“Handsome? I don’t think so.”
“Better have your eyes checked.”
“Not all women are blinded by meaningless appearances,” April reminded her. “There are some of us who judge a man for his character, which, if you recall, Dr. Fuller is sadly lacking.”
“Dr. Fuller really gets under your skin, doesn’t he?” Beulah carefully counted out fifteen pills before taking a knife and scooping them into a bottle. “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. From what I can tell, the women in Dignity don’t take every word the doctor says as gospel. They seem open enough for alternative help to their problems. Mrs. Pinkham is garnering her share of their attention when it comes to health issues. Our laudanum sales have dropped off since she started selling her compound.”
“Mrs. Pinkham cares about women,” April said. “That’s why she’s so believable.”
“Believable? Well, I didn’t say that.” Beulah set aside a bottle. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing. I am, after all, taking my life into my own hands for you, you know. If Papa finds out I’m handing out Lydia Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to customers, I’ll be lying in your grandpa’s parlor, surrounded by baskets of stinking gladioli.”
Turning around, April sobered. “How is your father feeling? I haven’t seen him in the pharmacy this week.”
“Papa has a frightful cold, and I made him stay home.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll have Datha bake him one of her chocolate cakes. That should have him feeling better in no time.”
“He’d love that,” Beulah agreed.
April’s eyes lit with interest as she edged closer to the counter. “Has anyone said how the compound is working?”
“I haven’t had any complaints, but the women I’ve handed it to don’t know that’s
