Michael Palmer - Flashback

Nonplussed, Zack glanced at his watch. It was not yet quarter to eight.

"That's it?"

She shrugged and nodded. For a few seconds it seemed as if she were about to cry. "I'm sorry, Zack, " she said finally, "but I guess this just wasn't a good night for me to be charming and entertaining. God, it seems like all I ever do around you is apologize. Well, forgive me, anyhow.

I'll make it up to you some other time. I promise."

She waited until he had stood up, and then locked her arm in his and guided him across the screened-in porch and down the wooden front steps.

The subtle scent of her and the touch of her breast against his sleeve made his sudden dismissal that much more confusing and painful. He shuffled along beside her, wishing he were less inexperienced in understanding women, and feeling totally inadequate and foolish for not knowing what to say. At the camper, she once again apologized for cutting their evening short and promised him a rain check good for one after-dinner conversation sometime very soon. He reached for the handle and then stopped and turned back to her. "Yes? " she asked, eyeing him appraisingly, as she had that first night. "Suzanne, I… I know that something's bothering you, " he heard himself say. "I only wanted to say that whatever it is, I hope it comes the way you want."

He hesitated, expecting her to thank him politely for his concern and send him on his way. She did neither. "I'm afraid I've been guilty of not paying attention, " he went on.

"I guess I was just too busy indulging my own fantasies. Look, I just want you to know I'm glad we've met, and I'm grateful as hell we're becoming friends." He opened the door to the van. "If you ever do want to talk about whatever it is, I'm available… no strings attached. In fact, for a modest fee I'll even omit the coin tricks."

He moved to kiss her on the cheek, but then thought better of it and climbed up behind the wheel of the camper. "Zack, wait a minute, " she called as he began to back away. He stopped and leaned out the window.

"There's a spot halfway up the hill behind the house where you can see almost the whole valley. It's really peaceful on an evening like this to sit up there and watch the lights of town wink on. If you'll give me a minute to check on Jen and get a blanket and some wine, I'd like very much to go up there with you."

"It's okay not to, you know."

She smiled in a way she hadn't all evening. "I know, " she said. The soft evening air was filled with the hum of cicada wings and the chirping of peepers and crickets. For nearly an hour they lay side by side in the noisy silence, watching the mountain shadows stretch out across the valley. High overhead, a solitary hawk glided in effortless loops, its silhouette a dark crucifix against the perfect, blue-gray sky. "The girls in the O. R. said you did a beautiful job on that woman's neck this morning, " Suzanne said at last, sipping at what little remained of a bottle of chardonnay. "You checked up on me?"

"Of course I checked up on you. Do you think you have a corner on the attraction-to-someone-you just-met market?"

"No, " he said, trying to ignore the sudden pounding that seemed to be lifting his chest off the blanket. "I guess not."

"Technique, high marks, speed, high marks, looks, high marks."

He grinned. "Well, I'm glad I made a decent first impression on the nurses. After nine years in various O. R. s, and all that time on rock faces, there's not too much that rattles me. This morning, though, I'll admit I was a little nervous."

"I can understand that. Doctors are always under a big magnifying glass of scrutiny, but never the way we are during the first few months at a new hospital. For a time after I arrived on the scene, I felt sort of like a new haircut. Every one had to express an opinion… The case you did is doing okay?"

"Pain free for the first time in a year, and moving all the parts that are supposed to move." Zack held up crossed fingers for her to see.

"That's super. You know, I'm curious. You seem like the type who would thrive on an inner-city madhouse like Boston Muni-all that action."

"Actually, I loved that part of it. But not just that there were so many cases and so much trauma to work on. I loved the patients-talking with them, getting a sense of their lives, becoming important to them, even growing into friendships with some of them. But I never was comfortable with the pressure in big teaching hospitals to become the world's expert in some little corner of neurosurgery."

Suzanne nodded. "And if you don't play it that way, " she said, "then you end up being the world's expert at being passed over for promotion."

"Exactly. I also confess that I was getting a little tired of the political bullshit-the empire building and back stabbing, having to grovel before a department head or administrator just to get a lousy piece of equipment that the hospital would have been able to purchase out of petty cash if it weren't so damn inefficient."

"So you thought corporate medicine would be more stream-lined-more responsive to the needs of the hospital and the patients?"

"That's what I thought."

"You say that as if your opinion's already changed."

Zack propped his chin on his hands and stared out over the valley. "I don't know, " he said. "A few things have happened since I arrived here that…"

His voice trailed away. Throughout the day, he had more and more come to realize that there was no way he could discount Guy Beaulieu's claims.

And if they were true-if Ultramed or Mainwaring or Frank had conspired, for whatever reason, to drive the old surgeon out of practice-then the situation in Sterling was more virulent, more frightening, more… unacceptable than anything he had ever encountered at Boston Muni. He also knew that if his old mentor's concerns about the ethics and practices of Ultramed proved accurate, there would be no way he could walk away from the problem. He had returned to Sterling to practice the best possible neurosurgery in the best possible setting, and that was that. "Hey, Doc, " Suzanne said, "do you know that that last sentence of yours never quite made it out of the womb?" He looked at her. "Fodder for another evening, " he said. "I believe that's the established way out?"

"That's it, Charlie. Nuff said, then."

Suzanne rolled onto her side, resting her cheek on one hand. After a time, she reached over and ran her fingers lightly over his face. "You really are quite handsome, you know, " she said. "Thanks. I have trouble believing that, especially having spent my life in the shadow of a man with Frank's looks, but it's nice to hear."

"It's nice to say."

Zack cleared his throat, which seemed to be getting drier and grittier with every passing moment. He was, at once, reluctant to touch her and even more reluctant not to. "So, " he managed, struggling to pull his thoughts from her perfect mouth, "what tale of crisis and resolution brought you to this place?"

Again, she touched his face, this time allowing her fingertips to linger on his lips. "I guess I didn't make the law of the mountain clear to you, " she said. "As long as we're Lying on my little overlook at the base of my mountain, I get to ask the questions. That's the law. Take it or leave it."

"But what happens to those unfortunates, like me, who don't have a mountain?"

Her eyes, and the very corners of that exquisite mouth, formed the smile that was, perhaps, her most alluring. "In that case, " she said, "you must adopt one. I'll send you the paperwork in the morning and have our social worker come by for an interview as soon as possible. Meanwhile, we'll save all that stuff from between the lines of my curriculum vitae until you get approved, okay?"

Zack shrugged. "It's your mountain."

"Exactly. It's my mountain. Do you think I'm too forward, touching you like this?"