Fran 2 (FICTION)

The fact is, Francisca had never received a phone call from a doctor before; or at least, never for a medical reason. There was a Dr. Green in her life at one point (isn't he in every woman's life?), but that was brief and a long time ago. The memory of him certainly brought a smile to her face. He used to spoil her uncontrollably, with breakfast in bed and dozens of white roses (her favorite). The relationship seemed promising for a while, but in the end, Francisca came to the same conclusion she always came to: he didn't deserve her. 

Now, though, the call from Dr. Richards was of an entirely different matter, Francisca could tell right away. Firstly, it was his secretary who connected them; and besides, all Dr. Richards ever did during her visits is brag about his two boys - "my little men," he called them. She couldn't stand the thought of two brats running (around) her home, so she hardly gave Dr. Richards a second thought. Not that he actually made any suggestions of that nature. And besides, there was still the issue of Brian...

"Ms. Loft? Please stay on the line while I connect you to Dr. Richards. He has something urgent he would like to discuss with you." What could it possibly be, Francisca thought irritably. And why all the drama?

"Thanks for holding, Francisca," Dr. Richards pronounced into the phone. He seemed to have a somber tone, but then again, Francisca had never spoken on the phone with him before. "There is something I need to discuss with you. It has to do with the results of your blood test. Would you be able to make it into the office today? It's very important".

"Couldn't you just tell me over the phone?" Francisca asked frustrated. "I really don't have time for this."

"I'm sorry, Francisca, but I'm obligated by law to tell you this in person. This is your health after all. Please try to make it in today, it really won't take long."

"Fine," Francisca blurted. "I'll see what I can do." The fried food would have to wait for now. She cursed the law under her breath, disappointed that her day was ruined. Well, maybe I have time to look into one shop, or two, Francisca thought, as she turned away from the mall exit.