Erica, Heather and Dame are sitting at the waiting lounge of the surgery department of the hospital. They are telling old stories of accidents, and unlucky events. They are basically cheerful. It is just a routine surgery after all. I am standing at the window, and watching the parking area, deep in my thoughts. It is a though day. The first warning sign was that Andrew told us Tyler's marriage plan. I thought my nephew would bring home his ex-wife and her kid. Although I couldn't stand Sylvia at all, I was somewhat glad, that Tyler found his happiness again. I told the other a few things about Sylvia, and I asked them to handle the situation subtly because we need a pair of helping hands. Sylvia, or not, the help would make our lives easier. They agreed.
I was wrong, fortunately, or unfortunately. I didn't expect the surprise, Tyler brought to us. It wasn't his ex, the woman, he intended to marry was proved to be a young girl. Nobody expected this. The surprise was a real one. Nobody could react at first, but the others could handle the situation better, than me. Moreover, the girl was the one, that my nephew wanted to marry! Well, they really looked like two people in love, but they both insisted that this marriage was just a formality and the girl just wanted to get work in he Anchorage. I didn't understand at all.
Well, they are married now, and to keep nothing from going according to plan, the girl has got appendicitis. So we are now in the hospital, instead of eating a feast in the restaurant together with our new colleague. The girl has already taken to the operation room, but Tyler is still nowhere. I am impatient, nervous, and angry. So I have to do something. But it is also prevented. Andrew sends the girls to Tyler into the ward.
"Girls just get better at choosing clothes." He smiles at us.
They get out after a quarter of an hour, with Jazz's sports bag.
"You should buy a spare pajamas for her." Heather says, as they finally come out from the room.
"You mean we should buy that pajamas!" Erica corrects her. "Tyler is a man."
"I am definitely able to buy pajamas for my wife!" my nephew protests.
"A nightgown would be better in the hospital." Heather ponders, but only confuses Tyler with the information.
"Okay, nightgown or pajamas?" my nephew almost screams.
I feel sorry for the guy, it looks like the girls have already tormented him inside the ward. Not to mention, he deserves it thoroughly, since he had already managed to confuse us. Unfortunately Andrew tells him, that the hospital gives nightgowns to the patients, so there is no need to buy one. Sucks. I would enjoy seeing the guy roasting from the agony of buying woman's clothes.
"But she needs more panties." sighs Erica. "Who would have thought, that she has only four pieces?"
The mention of panties chases blood in Tyler's face. We're all laughing at the guy. He deserves it.
"Well, she didn't pack much clothes, for sure. I offered her to shop in the capital, but she refused. So she can either put up with four panties or she can go shopping at the store here." he says after clearing his throat.
"You could call her family to send her belongings here." I offer him a cheaper solution to the clothing problem.
"That wouldn't be a smart thing to do." he sighs, and spills everything that had happened in the last two days.
We are sitting on the chairs and staring at my nephew. Even I have to sit down. That can not be possible. It just can't happen that way in real life. Such things only happen in pink Hollywood cinemas. But Tyler's eyes don't flicker either, so everything he said is true. I would have a lot of questions, but my brain froze and I don't even know where to start. No matter, Erica starts for me.
"Are you insane?" she asks. "How do you think we're going to hide Jazz's identity? Her family will look for the girl and campers will come to us from all over the country. Someone will definitely recognize her."
"How did you think to hide her from your sisters? Because then they really know her!" asks Heather.
"I wasn't thinking." Tyler says unnecessarily. It is obvious. "If we restrain her to the kitchen work, and decrease the contact with the campers, it will not be too striking. She has another look, and another name. People will think they are just alike."
"So your sisters, would think the same..." says Dame ironically.
"Savannah and Taylor won't come back here. They hate The Anchorage, so, they will avoid this place."
"They could spot Jazz on a picture from their friends." Andrew adds.
"My sisters don't have friends around here. They did their best not to be. So that's not a problem." reply Tyler bitterly.
Well, he is right about that. Taylor and Savannah didn't look much for company here, while they were living here. And when I tried to help them with that, they only managed to get enemies with their haughty behavior. No one here writes to them voluntarily, so Jazz Moore is safe from their side.
"So be it if you are already so convinced that this is best for the girl." I sigh.
"I don't know if that's the best, but Pascal Hillard tried to hide her and secretly evacuated her from Hardersfield. What he said about the community there is a little rough, but there are rich people living there, so it might even be true. For now, Jazz is hiding because she wants to. By the time her parents find her, maybe there will be no case of her escape."
"And what about your daughter? She also lives in that city. Is she not in danger?" asks Heather.
"She is so young, even though she is unbearable, I don't think they will break her life. She is a child after all. Flexible and educable. But I hardly think, that she would be my child."
"Well, she resembles to Savannah." I say, when we all see the little girl's photo on Tyler' phone.
"But it is impossible. Sylvia couldn't carry the baby for 9 and a half months! The math is obvious. The girl is belong to her lover, that's the nine months. But we took DNA tests, and the results arrive in two months. We'll see. I'll decide then."
"And if she is yours, will you bring her home?" asks Heather in a weak voice.
This topic would be very painful to the girls, because they are trying to get pregnant in the last two years, unsuccessfully. Heather is the more sensitive in this case, so hearing about an abandoned child is sure painful to her. I could kill my nephew in this moment.
"Do you think that would be a good idea? Sylvia would ruin our whole lives. Not just mine and her little girl, but yours too. If she's mine, I'll have to move."
"And Jazz? Even the kid herself, it wouldn't be a good idea to put another one to her neck." says Andrew.
"I don't know. Let's postpone this decision."
But we definitely have to postpone it because doctors come to us. Jazz had complications and the appendix had to be removed in the traditional way. She will only have one scar on her stomach instead of three points, and her recovery will take longer. Andrew looks suspiciously at his colleagues, who keep talking. The girl's female organs were not in trouble, but she began to get fever towards the end of the surgery. The fever is not from an infection, Jazz is suspected to have a nervous breakdown. The girl is now in the intensive care unit and their anesthesia is being continued, to help her. There is no point in waiting for her to wake up or visiting. They send the family home.
"Nervous breakdown?" asks Erica vehemently. "What did you do to her?"
This question is pointed to Tyler.
"Nothing!" he replies in an instant. "Sure, she's been under a lot of stress lately, but I haven't done anything that could have made it worse! Well, Savannah and Taylor did, but it's not my fault."
"Explain this in more detail!" Erica stands close to him, with the intention of fright him. She strains unnecessarily, one head lower than him.
"Ask her later about these events. I think it is enough that there are several reasons for her to blame my sisters."
"All right. Let's go home! There's no meaning standing here. Jazz is sleeping, so we can't talk to her. Aren't you hungry?" says Andrew.
Although he wants to stay in the hospital for a while, because he wants to talk Jazz's previous doctor, he sends us home. We have to use the other car to get home, and also have to stop at the restaurant, and ask them to pack our feast, since we couldn't eat the food there. Another cake is in the waste. The next time I really won't get the patisserie to write anything on the cake!