Almost Perfect

By RJ Crayton

It's not just stepmothers who are wicked.

Bitsy's insolent grandson has become too much of a problem for her to handle. She's come up with a solution, though. If she can just convince a doctor to go along with her sinister plan, everything will be  just perfect .... 

(Please note this is a very short story)

• Language: English
• Publisher: RJ Crayton
• Release date: Dec 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781507057568

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Foreword

Almost Perfect is a very short story from the collection Four Mothers. This story is being offered free as a separate title due to its popularity. At the end of this story is a preview of the novel Life First.

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Almost Perfect

DR. KLEIN appeared stiff, his gaze darting to the door periodically as he sat across from Bitsy. He’d taken several nervous sips of tea as she spoke. Bitsy had ignored this while she told the doctor what she wanted. Now that she’d finished, Bitsy folded her wrinkled hands across her lap and watched as Dr. Klein adjusted himself in his chair. She realized he wasn’t going to assent to her demands as easily as she had hoped.

Mrs. Wellsworth, he began.

She put on her biggest smile and interrupted. You can call me Bitsy, she reminded him. You used to.

He set the teacup on the low table in front of him, turned and glanced out of one of the glass-paned walls of the solarium. A piano sat in the corner. This room was where Bitsy’s son Peter had always practiced.

I think I’ve told you before, Bitsy, the doctor said, his brown eyes looking directly into her blue ones, but his voice faltered. We have rules. What you’re asking violates those rules.

She shook her head, then leaned forward, over the table separating them. Kevin, the 62-year-old widow said sweetly. I’m sure we could come to some understanding.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to fortify himself to say no. Bitsy had seen this look in men’s eyes too often. The key was to not let them achieve fortification. I heard you still need $20 million to complete funding for your new research.

He picked up the teacup again, his discomfort thickening. This time Bitsy knew what was causing it: ambivalence. He wanted the money, but he also didn’t want to do what she was asking. He sipped, then smiled in that way he always did when he was with donors.