So little to do, so much time.
The Joy of Cooking.
Gray's Anatomy.
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders IV.
Star Wars: A New Hope.
Where the Wild Things Are.
The stack of books sat the edge of Jill's desk, bookmarks in each. She was actually picking away at them all at once - a little here, a little there. There was, as had become normal over the past two months, a stack of psychological medical journals also lay in a neat pile on the floor by the desk. Some had pages dogeared or scraps of papers sticking out of them, thick black letters noting 'READ THIS' or 'INTSTNG OCD STUDY' in perfectly neat (school-teacher neat) handwriting.
To say that Jill had thrown herself into her work after the myriad of disappearances (Lionel, Dr. Sweets, Bart, and especially Peter) was a rather amazing understatement. Still, that meant that the door to the Psych office was nearly always open - on top of the lengthy hours the other doctors and psychiatrists put in, Jill was more than happy to fill in the cracks.
It was the time of year that she started to get jumpy; while Halloween had been a fairly benign holiday the last two years, she still vividly remembered what happened the year before that. For all that Ramona Forever was actually a very good book, her mind kept drifting back to it, to what would happen this Halloween if it was anything similar and her support system was all but gone.
She didn't even hear the door open, but when she suddenly realised someone was there she jumped, dropping her book. It landing on the floor with a loud smack.
"Goodness." She looked up to see who was in the office, and hoped that she seemed a little less ridiculous than she thought.
Gray's Anatomy.
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders IV.
Star Wars: A New Hope.
Where the Wild Things Are.
The stack of books sat the edge of Jill's desk, bookmarks in each. She was actually picking away at them all at once - a little here, a little there. There was, as had become normal over the past two months, a stack of psychological medical journals also lay in a neat pile on the floor by the desk. Some had pages dogeared or scraps of papers sticking out of them, thick black letters noting 'READ THIS' or 'INTSTNG OCD STUDY' in perfectly neat (school-teacher neat) handwriting.
To say that Jill had thrown herself into her work after the myriad of disappearances (Lionel, Dr. Sweets, Bart, and especially Peter) was a rather amazing understatement. Still, that meant that the door to the Psych office was nearly always open - on top of the lengthy hours the other doctors and psychiatrists put in, Jill was more than happy to fill in the cracks.
It was the time of year that she started to get jumpy; while Halloween had been a fairly benign holiday the last two years, she still vividly remembered what happened the year before that. For all that Ramona Forever was actually a very good book, her mind kept drifting back to it, to what would happen this Halloween if it was anything similar and her support system was all but gone.
She didn't even hear the door open, but when she suddenly realised someone was there she jumped, dropping her book. It landing on the floor with a loud smack.
"Goodness." She looked up to see who was in the office, and hoped that she seemed a little less ridiculous than she thought.