"Dr. Bayer's office. How may I help you?" asked the receptionist on the other end of the line.

"Hi, this is Dora Sturges, I am one of Doctor Edmundson's patients. Could I speak to him please?" said Roger's wife.

"What is this about Ma'am?"

"I need him to call in a prescription for the morning after pill to my local pharmacy."

"Oh. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Is there a reason why?

'Stupid bitch, none of your goddamned business!' Dora thought, but she found herself saying, "My husband and I had a little, uh…break with our normal form of birth control last night."

"Okay, Dora. Give me a minute please." Dora found herself on hold for a couple of minutes before the nurse came back on and said, "Dora, are you still using the Medi-cap on Fourth Street?"

"Yes, that would be fine." only after she answered did the woman realize what the receptionist had really been asking was, 'Do you want me to have the prescription sent somewhere they do not know you?'

"Doctor Edmundson will call in the prescription now; it should be waiting for you at the pharmacy when you get there. He would like to see you and discuss an alternative form of birth control if you think this might be an ongoing problem."

"What? Oh, no…well, maybe. I will think about my options and set something up later." Dora said, though she had no such intentions.

Saying her goodbye, Dora moved downstairs and into the kitchen to start the coffee. She made a point of not turning on the news; she'd had enough of that miserable stuff last night. Puttering about she started some toast and took out a couple of brown organic eggs, which, according to the package, had been laid by happy free-range chickens.