Morning Rushes

Saturday, February 2nd

“Brandy!”

Heavy eyes struggled to flicker open. A groan came from the blonde before she felt movement in the bed. Finding the strength, Brandy Fallon shot out an arm to stop the dog from jumping off the bed. Finally, able to lift one eyelid halfway, she spotted the red 8:39 on the alarm clock, causing her to moan.

“Fuck me. No, no, don’t make a sound, Faraday. We overslept. If Mommy doesn’t find us, we can skip school today. Shhh, be quiet.”

By patting her family dog's fur, Brandy managed to calm him down for several seconds. Maybe if her mom were running late for the hospital, she’d give up on forcing her remaining daughter to leave for school. Taking the opportunity, she drifted off to sleep again.

“Brannnndeeee!” Pepper yelled, her voice rising and coming closer.

“Shit. She’s coming upstairs.”

“Brandy, where is Sean?”

“Oh, shit! The kid!” Brandy squealed, rolling up and off the bed opposite the dog. The move caused her pajama shorts to bunch up around her tight ass, showcasing her long, lean legs further. “Not again. Where did that little sneak go? I hate when he does this.”

Now on her knees, the youngest Fallon sister leaned over to peek under the bed for her nephew until she realized it wasn’t her bed. No matter, she must have fallen asleep at Bridget’s house while babysitting the kids. Wait, that would mean that…

“I don’t know, Mom! Ask Fawn! She’s supposed to be watching them!” Brandy searched her sister’s guest room before her eyes landed on the closet. Her sneaky nephew loved to play hide-and-seek on her.

“Oh, Seanie, come out and play,” the slim blonde whispered, earning a whine from Faraday on the bed. “You better not be hiding in the dryer again. You know that’s dangerous and off-limits. Fuck! Peyton is going to be a little bitch this morning if she finds out. Junior Pepper in that one, right, Faraday?”

“Fawn? What are you talking—Brandy, why are you under the bed?” Pepper Fallon questioned, whipping the guest room door open.

“Checking for Sean?” the youngest Fallon sister replied, lifting her head in time to find a dog staring at her from the top of the mattress, only it wasn’t Faraday. “Oh!”

“Sean? Why on Earth would Sean be under your bed? What are you wearing?”

“My pajamas,” the athletic blonde stated, glancing down at her cute, yet skimpy, two-piece pale blue silk set.

“Those are somewhat risqué to wear while watching your eighteen-year-old nephew. If you haven’t noticed, Sean is very impressionable around women these days,” Pepper reminded, walking forward to scratch the wagging dog’s ear. “Good morning, Watson. Where is your buddy?”

"This is too risqué? Have you seen what your respectable daughter wears around the house? Hell, look at what she even wears in the tabloids!"

“Don’t bring that up to cover your actions. You’re supposed to be watching Sean,” her stern mother reminded.

“Nope. Nada. Bridget asked me to dogsit, not babysit, and you know that,” Brandy clarified, patting Watson’s head while still on her knees. “And I knew precisely where this one was at.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll ask Fawn. Is she upstairs?”

“Fawn?”

“You said she was here, did you not?”

“Um, I may have slightly, just a teeny amount, forgot what year it was,” Brandy admitted, wincing at her mother’s expression and sigh of disbelief. “You woke me in the middle of a deep sleep.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I didn’t have a drop, Mother,” Brandy declared, putting her hands on her hips while still looking up at her mom. “Ask Watson. We had dinner, watched a few episodes, and went to bed. Okay, maybe more than a few. Try half a season, but Bee has these things called streaming services. That’s why I decided to come over a night early. That and I needed to get out of your house.”

“Yes, I’m aware of them, and you could always subscribe when you find your own place again, or go back to that empty apartment that we’re paying for,” Pepper suggested.

“Hey! I have business here in town, I can’t do that from halfway across the country,” Brandy argued before realizing she didn’t want her parents asking about the unofficial private investigator work she’d taken for Fiona Wynwick. “Wait, why are you here so early?”

“For Sean’s appointment? Don’t you ever listen? I came early to get him ready and cook a full breakfast for the poor boy.”

“But that’s not for almost two hours, and I said that I could take him,” Brandy reminded.

“And how is that going for you? You don’t know where your nephew is, let alone the year.”

“I know the year now!” Brandy insisted. “Look, if his car isn’t here, then Sean isn’t here. It’s that simple.”

“Sean’s car is in the driveway,” Pepper stated, lifting the suitcase lid to peer inside. “Just how long are you planning on staying at your sister’s?”

“Whoa! Let’s focus on the pressing matters at hand. Did you check Sean’s bedroom?”

“Of course. I checked that first. Perhaps he slept in the master bedroom,” Pepper speculated, already leaving the guest room.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on, Mom!” Brandy yelled, causing Watson to bark as he followed her into the hallway. “Sean might have wanted extra space in the bed last night.”

“So?” Pepper queried, still walking toward the main suite.

“Do you really want to walk in on your precious, innocent grandson, if he’s in bed naked with a girl?” Brandy asked. A satisfied smile formed when her mom halted. “Look, you start breakfast, and I’ll check on the kid.”

Watson held a short internal debate over who to follow, but grandmother and food won out. Hissing “Traitor,” Brandy approached the closed door. Checking to make sure that her mom had left the main hallway, the leggy blonde kicked the door open.

“Up and at 'em, Seanie! Granny is here, so your lady friend better—Shit!” Brandy exclaimed, finding the bed empty and made.

Still, she checked the master bathroom while taking a quick morning pee before heading upstairs to check the various bedrooms. Scratching her head, she looked at the one wall before nodding. Heading downstairs, she passed her mom and Watson in the kitchen, mumbling, “The little shit is hiding,” before entering the attached garage. Walking up the wooden stairs, she barged into the mother-in-law suite above the garage to find it empty.

“Didn’t find him, did you?” Pepper asked, needlessly, while placing a bowl of dog food on the floor.

“His car wasn’t here when I went to bed. I swear!”

“And you're the daughter that takes after her father the most?” Pepper remarked before opening the refrigerator.

“Well, did you bother calling his phone?” Brandy shot back, sounding like she’d regressed more than twenty years.

“Twice.”

“You know, JoJo probably drove him home from the party,” Brandy guessed.

“Party?”

“Yeah, those still exist, Mom.”

“Hmm, I thought you got them outlawed in Honey Hollow,” Pepper remarked. “I’ll call next door and ask the girls.”

“I’ll do that,” Brandy insisted, beating her mother to the landline hanging on the kitchen wall. She searched the list of pre-programmed numbers and hit number 8. “You’re too intimidating to get anything out of the girls.”

“Excuse you? Joanne and Zoey are like extra granddaughters to me,” Pepper proclaimed, causing Watson to bark in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re their scary grandmother. Relax, it’s already ringing,” Brandy lied to get her mother to back away. “It’s taking a while, uh, oh, hello, Jillian!”

Pepper chuckled when she heard Brandy admit to Jillian Gibble that she was up unusually early on a Saturday morning. Next came Brandy’s realization that the baker wasn’t next door, but at Dream Muffs, her bakery, which did a good deal of business on Saturday mornings.

“Shit, right. You’re at work.”

“People do tend to do that,” Pepper commented, kneeling to grab her middle daughter’s mixing bowl.

“What are you making? What? Oh, sorry, I was talking to my mom. Say, before you left, was Sean passed out on your couch or in one of your daughter’s beds? No, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not like my sister, clinging to that wedding happening. I just woke up to find that he hadn’t come home yet.” Brandy paused to listen. “No, I did not lose Sean! That hasn’t happened in years. Oh, let’s not bring up the doghouse incident, or Keira’s playhouse. Both of those now make perfect sense. Besides, that’s not my job this weekend. I’m merely dogsitting.”

Brandy hung up the phone to find Pepper and Watson missing. Pushing number 7 for next door, she said good morning to Patrick before asking to speak to Zoey.

“Zoey?” Pepper repeated, returning without Watson.

“JoJo stayed home last night. Something about a Nosy Nectar article. Zoey handled the chauffeur duties. Are you making pancakes?”

“Where is my favorite nephew being held ransom at?” the mischievous blonde screamed into the phone. “We don’t have that type of money, nor do I think my sister is good enough in bed to get rich-ass Harvey Diamond to front the cash, despite those stories floating around.”

“Brannnndeee!” Pepper admonished, slamming down the spatula and causing Watson to bark in the backyard.

“No, he hasn’t returned yet. Where? Why? Wait, for fucking real? Whitney? No!” Brandy squealed, forcing her mother to go to the back door to let in Watson, who barked up a storm, assuming that something had happened while he took his morning potty break. “Fuck this! I need a full report in person. Get over here. Mom is making pancakes, bacon, and I think sausages. Yep, she just started. Sure, bring her as well.”

A minute later, Watson raced into the kitchen, foyer, and family room, searching for any of his missing family or guests. Sipping a can of soda at the island, Brandy told him to calm down. Company will be coming soon.

“You found him?” Pepper asked, returning to continue making breakfast.

“I know where Zoey left him last night,” Brandy replied, grinning wildly.

“Don’t do that, and drink something more appropriate for this time of day.”

“What? Coffee? Eww! That shit is nasty.”

“Can you please watch the language?”

“Why? Yo, Watson, does your mother say shit around you? I thought so.”

“The dog did not answer,” Pepper stated.

“He sure did. Not my fault, you never understood. No wonder Faraday liked me best,” Brandy bragged.

“You were third. He preferred your father and Teddy ahead of you.” While her daughter reacted in outrage, Pepper waited ten seconds before asking again about her grandson.

“Little Seanie got lucky last night. Nope, not with Whitney either. It looks like my second-favorite niece will have new reasons to discuss volleyball with her kid brother,” Brandy hinted while smirking. “You might want to make extra. I told Zoey to get over her for breakfast and a full report. I assume she’s bringing the new town hussy.”

“Can you act your age for once?”

“Please, you’ve been telling me that since I was six,” Brandy said, waving off the remark. “Don’t give me that look. You should hear the stories that Fawn tells me about JoJo’s new attitude. Fawn! Shit!”

Watching her youngest daughter scream, race to the phone, punch in a number from memory, and act like a fire had broken out wasn’t new to Pepper. Shaking her head, she added extra ingredients to feed two more teenagers. It also wasn’t startling behavior for Watson. The beagle sat on the stool, peering over the island to watch the batter get mixed.

“Are you dressed? What? Why would I be? It’s barely nine. Well, that was your life choice to get up for school hours for the rest of your life, wasn’t it? Whatever. Get your ass to my sister’s house fast. Oh, don’t be a smart ass. You know Bev lives in a gated community, and I’m banned from entering without an escort. Don’t laugh, Mother.”

“I’m really crying on the inside.”

“Great. Now my Mom is getting a smart mouth. Yeah, I know she’s always had one. That doesn’t matter. Get over here now. You can have breakfast—Fine, second breakfast—and get the report straight from a witness about what Seanie did last–What? How did…Oh, fuck Nosy Nectar! I wanna break some gossip again someday, too. No, I don’t need to get up earlier to report it. Goddamn shit is too professional these days.”

“Imagine living with this off and on for thirty years, Mr. Watson,” Pepper whispered, holding out a finger for the patient dog to lick off some pancake batter.

“Fine, fine. We can get lunch and get the scoop from the source after his appointment. Well, I don’t care if there are confidentiality clauses; I think it’s going to be hilarious. Oops, I think Zoey and JoJo just walked in. Hey, you didn’t want to come over, so tough shit!”

---

Sean heard the sound of the shower running before he entered the locker room. Giggles with a few sporadic moans cut through the sound of falling water. Unsure of what else to do, the blond-haired teen kicked off his shoes and socks before heading in that direction. His shirt came off when he saw the leotards tossed aside on the floor, where his pants joined them.

Clad only in his boxers, Sean entered the girls’ shower room, heading past the individual stalls straight for the group shower area. The giggles, whispers, and moans grew louder as he neared the two spouts of spraying water.

A pair of lean, long legs raised his blue eyes to an incredibly toned ass. Arguably the third or fourth top-toned ass that he knew existed in his life, Sean’s attention rose up the smooth back, dripping with water, as his cock rose along with his eyes. A friendly, kind, yet intensely competitive young woman, Ellington “Ellie” Ridge, had a personality that might have existed if Sean had a second sister. His only sister, Peyton, had certainly molded her protégé into an even better volleyball player than she’d been.

Licking his lips as Ellie turned slightly, Sean absorbed the image of her slim waist, perky, medium-sized breasts, and wet, light-brown hair. If Ellie had an ounce of fat on her, it was well-hidden. The nineteen-year-old that his sister mentored, and often had around the house, met every fantasy that Sean had of her naked body.

As traditions often go, Ellie had carried on the mentoring by taking Aurora Rusk under her wing and imparting the lessons Peyton had taught her. Now, Sean’s eyes drifted slightly over to Ellie’s right, where another toned ass wiggled while giggling under the water spray. While not as tall or leggy, Rory hadn’t gained any weight since switching to cheerleading, and her medium-sized tits matched Ellie’s for perkiness. The largest differences between the two were Rory's lack of a tan and her blonde bob haircut.

The same blonde bob that the hand of a third teenager brushed aside to deliver a scorching kiss to the virgin’s lips. Then, the third shower occupant, a busty blonde, reached over to cup Ellie’s ass, bringing her closer to Rory. Almost as if sensing Sean’s presence, Whitney stepped behind the two former Honey Hollow High volleyball players, running her hands up and down their sides, caressing their perky breasts and tight asses, all while encouraging the pair to slowly turn to face each other.

“That’s it, girls. I know you’re just like the cheer squad. Clean each other up nicely before getting each other dirty again,” Whitney purred, smiling as Ellie and Rory leaned in to gently lock lips. “And trust me, Big Dick Dr. Sean will get you all full of his medicinal spunk.”

The kissing girls moaned into each other’s mouths, each cupping a breast and an asscheek.

“What do you think, my hero? You fucked Mommy’s big cheersister before crossing the ultimate line. Why not conqueror Big Sis’s protégés before doing the same to Lady Peyton? Only the finest pieces of ass for Sir Sean,” Whitney declared, pushing the two girls’ lips down to suckle at her magnificent D-cups. “Rory is a virgin, you know. Imagine Austin’s face….and Lacey’s, when they found out that you made her a woman. Will Mrs. Rusk want to show you gratitude? Perhaps a quickie in her kitchen? Daddy could give you a few pointers about making her scream and gush.”

Sean responded by lowering his boxers before kicking them high into the air behind him. Surprisingly, a giggle sounded from that direction. Whitney reacted in a flash, moving quickly toward Sean, while he turned to find Robin Ridge standing in pink lace underwear with his boxers in her hair. Continuing to giggle, she removed his underwear, while Whitney slid in close behind her rescuer.

“Mmhmm, doesn’t Robin look yummy? I know Mommy said not to play in this field, but…Fuck…look at those big tits straining against that delicate, dainty bra. They might be almost as big as mine on a younger, smaller frame,” Whitney cooed, sounding like the devil on his shoulder. “Best thing? You can deflower Robin’s little sister, the same girl that Jared nearly claimed at the cabin. Show up that mound of muscles; show him and Ramsey who the real stud is.”

Sean moaned as Robin raised a finger to her cleavage while biting her lip. Behind him, he felt the wet bodies of Ellie and Rory against his skin.

“I’d stay, but this feels like a family affair,” Whitney announced, skipping across the tiled floor. She stopped to stand behind Robin. “Ready for the grand unveiling, my hero?”

Sean nodded, unable to see, but knowing that the queen bee lowered her fingers to the bra clasp in the back. Then, Sean lost it…his cock jerking up, as volleys of cum shot up and onto his stomach. The warm stickiness slowly brought his mind to a clearer realization.

A shower running and giggles still carried over to his ears. However, Sean wasn’t in his school’s locker room. No, he lay on his back in a bed. And the girl’s face he found hovering over his spent cock with a shocked face wasn’t Ellie, Rory, or Robin. Hell, it wasn’t even Claudia or Brennah from last night’s threesome. They must be the sources of the giggles in the master bathroom.

No, the fully clothed girl sprawled partially alongside him on the bed turned out to be their teammate, Erica Gane. Although she’d turned down Whitney’s suggestion as the fourth last night, the dark-skinned volleyball player clearly couldn’t pass up an opportunity to check out Dr. Sean.

“Fuck. That was…You had that much cum inside of you AFTER banging Claudia and Brennah all night? Damn, Tarver, where have you been hiding this impressive tool?”

“Uh, in my bedroom?” Sean responded, half-asleep and shocked to discover that he’d slept through a handjob-blowjob combo from a new participant.

“No wonder Gibble appears to have been a closeted slut. You’ve probably been giving your bestie this weapon for years,” Erica commented, inadvertently passing along the latest rumor spreading outside of Nosy Nectar.

“What? No! It’s not…We’ve never done anything!” Sean bellowed. Shocked at the assumption, he jumped out of bed.

“Easy. I just thought…People talk.”

“They shouldn’t! Damn Nosy Nectar,” Sean grumbled.

“It hasn’t been reported on there, so I guess I should’ve–” A buzzing sound cut Erica off. “Yeah, your phone has gone off a few times. I thought you would’ve woken up, but, damn, my girls wore you out.”

“Oh, shit, oh, shit! I have an appointment in just over an hour,” Sean recalled, glancing at the clock. Grabbing his phone, he hit Accept without checking who was calling. “Hello? Aunt Brandy? What? No, I haven’t been doing that…Zoey told you? Crap!”

A couple of minutes later, Claudia and Brennah exited the bathroom, clad only in towels. They found Sean rushing around the bedroom, searching for his clothes. Spotting the pair, he announced, "I need a ride home, and I need it now!"

---

“I can’t believe Brandy had Jo and Zo over for an interrogation,” Sean mumbled, an hour later from the passenger seat of his grandmother’s car.

Pepper chuckled in response.

“You’re the only member of this family who wouldn’t first suspect me of being the interrogator.”

“Ah, you're not like that, Grandma,” Sean defended, the one member of his family who saw a friendly, kindly grandmother, and not the woman forced to deal with a detective husband, a mix of strong-willed daughters, and a crazy next-door neighbor.

“At least I’m not the boogeyman for one child or grandchild,” Pepper stated, smiling. “Still, we should talk about your recent behavior.”

“No, we don’t. This is bad enough,” Sean muttered. “Gawd, this is so embarrassing.”

“It wouldn’t have been if you’d shown up smelling of only one perfume, not a half-dozen.”

"What? No, I didn't mean that. Besides, it was three tops. Whoa! I didn't mean it that way, Grandma. I just meant that Whitney puts on a lot when she cheerleads," Sean insisted, attempting to walk back any confirmation of the tale told by Zoey and repeatedly joyously by Brandy. JoJo had appeared more amused, for once over the last month, not to be the source of the scandal. "I meant this appointment. It's embarrassing."

“Your father is just being petty,” Pepper replied, the hint of a sharp edge to her tone. “I’m truly sorry that you’re caught in the crossfire. No parent should do that during a divorce.”

“I’ve been in his crosshairs for years. Stupid demand that I be his mini-me,” Sean pointed out.

“Yes, there is that as well,” his grandmother nodded. “Don’t listen to his nonsense. Be your own person.”

“You’d think with Peyton wanting to be a doctor, that would satisfy him.”

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Pepper said, patting his arm. “Some parents and children want to carry on a legacy, whether right or not. I have one daughter who wanted to be like me, but couldn’t stand the sight of blood. So, she turned into the type of hospital bureaucrat that I could never stand. A second daughter also wanted to be precisely like me, but I told her to dream higher, and she did.”

“And then there is Brandy,” Sean added, chuckling.

“That’s on your grandfather, and don’t think I don’t see a bit of Brandy inside of you, Mr. Hero,” Pepper teased, slowing the car down alongside a curb. “We’re here.”

“Already? Wait, this is a neighborhood,” Sean noted, swinging around to look at all the houses.

“I believe your mother made it clear that this was a favor, and the doctor takes a small number of appointments on Fridays and Saturdays from a home office. I believe there is a separate entrance along that sidewalk,” Pepper revealed, pointing to an extra cement walkway along the left side of the house.

“I thought, you know, we’d go to an office building. Crap, this isn’t good,” Sean groaned.

“If it’s a problem, you might be able to schedule appointments during the week at the doctor’s office. But keep in mind, you were squeezed in as a favor,” Pepper reminded. “What’s the real issue here? There is nothing to be embarrassed about with this type of doctor. Times have changed. Perhaps it will do a bit of good, especially if you're acting out like last night.”

“I was not acting out, Grandma! Blame Whitney. I had no idea it would happen,” Sean insisted. “She’s…”

“Like her father.”

“Exactly!” Sean agreed before sighing. “I…My problem is that I know the neighbors, too. I just don’t want to be seen and have more rumors spread.”

“Perhaps, you should go up to the main door for the first visit. I’m sure that won’t be an issue,” Pepper suggested, seeking to downplay his fears.

“I guess, but I really don’t want to run into…” Sean trailed off, noting the time 10:26 and the possibilities. “Okay, I should be okay.”

“Excellent! Keep an open mind,” Pepper encouraged, pecking her grandson’s cheek. “Look for your aunt’s…No, look for Fawn’s car when you’re done.”

“You’re not going to wait?”

“I had planned to, and can if it would make you feel better. However, Brandy and Fawn want to take you out for lunch. Later, one of them will drop you off at Whitney’s,” Pepper listed. “Please, try to behave. Don’t be your mother for a night.”

“I’ll try. But tell Whitney to stop acting like Mom,” Sean said, getting out of the vehicle, wincing at how that came out.

Deciding to follow his grandmother’s suggestion, he went up to the house’s main door. He’s been outside this home multiple times over the past month, but had only entered for two brief visits. A quick push of the doorbell led to a round of barking. Cringing, Sean wondered if he should’ve gone to the side door instead. His concern deepened when he heard a voice order the dog to calm down and behave. The dog didn’t.

“Ah, welcome, Sean. Come on inside. Ignore this bucket of barks,” the woman greeted. Stepping aside, her appearance caused Sean to gulp. While dressed professionally in a red blouse and gray pencil skirt, the skirt could be called slightly shorter than normal and tighter. The blouse might also be worn today a bit more casually for a Saturday, but that didn’t matter to Sean’s eyes. Like magnets, they immediately locked onto the hint of black lace holding up a pair of large breasts.

"Don't hurt him further! Can't you see that he's injured?" Sean's new doctor told her dog, who slammed into his legs.

“Hiya, Woofles. Miss me?” Sean asked the brown-and-white basset hound, who slobbered on his clothes before sniffing them. “Once it’s nicer out, you’ll have to meet Watson in person.”

“I’m sure that he’d like that.”

“Uh, sorry if I went to the wrong door. I didn’t want to disturb anyone, and I didn’t know which side, um, well, that doesn’t matter,” Sean apologized.

“The Kirbys live on the driveway side. Lord help me if Daisy had a perfect view of my weekend patients,” McKenzie Beal chuckled. “Let’s head to my office. Bruce dropped the girls off at the JV game, so if you don’t mind, Woofles might come join our discussion. It’s either that or he whines at the door, since he knows one of Kizzy’s friends is here. Not that we would hear him. The office is soundproofed for patient privacy.”

“Um, that’s fine,” Sean said, following Woofles, who followed Kaitlin and Kizzy’s mom, whose firm ass in that skirt kept drawing his gaze.

A highly attractive woman, a year younger than his own mother, Kenzie, as she preferred to be called, had long, medium brown hair, brown eyes, and large breasts. A psychologist, she had a bit of a scandalous reputation around town for trading one husband for his younger brother. A fact that Katie often preferred not to bring up, but Kizzy turned into a chatterbox about. Specializing in marriage counseling and sex therapy, Dr. Beal wasn’t the obvious choice for the demand Leonard placed on Bridget for their divorce agreement. Wanting Sean to talk to a psychologist, mostly over his refusal to study medicine, but finding his near-death decision as an excuse, Bridget agreed to the demand with one condition: She picked the doctor.

A tastefully decorated office with two windows, obscured by drawn blinds; a large mahogany desk; a coffee table; a leather sofa; and two matching armchairs. Sean opted for one of the armchairs. Despite being a king around the house, Woofles apparently knew better than to climb on the office furniture, lying down on the floor next to Sean’s good foot.

“If you need to elevate your injured foot, you can do so on the sofa,” Kenzie offered after shutting the hallway door.

“No, I should be fine today, Mrs. Beal, I mean, Dr. Beal,” Sean stammered, unsure how to address her.

“Either of those is fine, as is Kenzie. Whatever makes you comfortable. I can imagine this might be awkward at the beginning, seeing as you're one of my eldest’s classmates and my youngest has taken a shine to you,” McKenzie said. “Now, this type of area isn’t my expertise, but since marriage counseling is, I have dealt with those patients’ children from time to time. Your situation is unique, but I agreed to do so as a favor for Bridget and since my girls like you.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry that you need to do this. My dad…well, he does this stuff. Making my mom or me jump through hoops,” Sean said.

“Let’s start there,” Kenzie said, pulling out a notebook before clicking her pen. “Tell me, Sean, how does that make you feel?”