A Mother and Daughter

"You've got a mother and daughter outside to see you."

"Ah, yes," Jack said, remembering the conversation he had with them on the phone. "Send them in."

The assistant left, and his first clients of the day entered.

"Miss Cartwright, I assume?" Jack asked the older woman.

"Just Meredith, please," the mother said.

The daughter rolled her eyes. "This is sooo fuckin' stupid."

"Waych your language, Brooke!" Meredith chastised.

"What can I help you two lovely ladies with today?" Jack asked.

"It's Brooke," Meredith said. "I'm worried about who she chooses to date. I'm sick of her picking out men with long hair and backwards hats."

"I'm 18, Mom!" Brooke whined. "Let me date who I want!"

"I just don't want you to end up a teen mom and ruin your life!" Meredith said. "Think you can help me out, Doctor?"

"I can help both of you out," Jack said. "Sleep!"

Bothe Meredith and her daughter fell asleep on the couch, their chests heaving as they breathed.

"Works every time," Jack chuckled.