Chapter Five
In the growing darkness, Doris peered at her watch. Her stomach complained, confirming that she’d missed dinner because of having to pick up Dr. Difficult from the train station after his trip to Liverpool. An awkward silence permeated the journey, and she pressed her lips together to prevent saying something she might regret later. Ron made it clear he was in no mood for conversation, speaking in clipped sentences when she asked how his patients were faring.
Should she try to get another assignment? She was tired of walking on eggshells for the man. No. He would not win this competition. She huffed out a sigh, and he glanced at her, eyebrows raised in question.
The jeep did its typical shimmy and bumping along the road, jostling her into Ron’s shoulder. “Sorry. She righted
