Chapter Two

The Doc

Emma Everly was born and raised right outside of Dayton, Ohio in a large township that was named Kettering. Her family was very ‘Ward and June Cleaverish’, as she was found to tell others later in life. Her dad was a mailman. Her mom taught pre-school. She had an older sister. When it came to religion, they were Lutherans. They were quietly active in their community — but never in politics at any level. Emma believed that her parents stayed out of politics, because their very jobs and their family’s income depended upon not rocking the boat. Emma’s oldest sister was glamorous. (Emma had ‘the girl next door beauty look’). Emma got the brains and the personality, but as she told everyone ‘she still had to claw at everything she got’, which she seemed to always get.

Because I work very hard, she would write in her diary whenever she had to answer that question of ‘How did you do that?’ or ‘How did you pull that off, Emma?’ She also wrote this in her diary that’s what I was taught by my parents from an early age.

Of course she knew that it was easy to work her ass off to get what she wanted. Her parents both had steady jobs with security and nice pensions. In other words –no financial stress ever found its ugly ways into the Everly household.

And that was nice.

But that wasn’t all.

Being the younger sister, (by three years) of the best looking girl in the high school paved a lot of paths for Emma.


Because everyone thought that by being my friend, my gorgeous sister would somehow BE their friend, too, Emma had written in her diary. But what Emma learned from her older sister was something that no pimply faced male adolescent charged with hormones gone wild could believe.

Emma’s older sister was very lonely in high school.

Very lonely.

Emma’s older sister was so good looking, she rarely got asked out, because everyone who wanted to ask her out thought two things when fantasizing about going out with Nomi.

One — she would never accept their invitations; so why bruise their own ego when they can fantasize that she had accepted.

Two — she had so many dates, why even bother asking?

The truth would have made all those young men in Kettering stop spanking their monkeys when they thought about Nomi Everly.

Nomi would have gladly gone out with anyone who asked her and because no one asked her out, other than for homecoming or prom, she had to find her own form of entertainment when it came to the opposite sex. And Nomi’s lack of real dating during her high school years didn’t stop her from being homecoming queen and prom queen both in her junior and senior years!

Even though Kettering, Ohio is one of the largest townships around the greater Dayton, Ohio metropolitan area, it was very much a ‘small’ town. And in small towns, Nomi Everly was noticed by a lot of older men -– most who were married.

Because Nomi and Emma’s parents believed that finding work at 16 built ‘good character’ and taught young people the ‘value of money’, first Nomi and then Emma got jobs at 16. Nomi started out in the field of babysitting and was excellent with children. Thus, Nomi made a positive out of a negative. The negative, was that she wasn’t being asked out. The positive, was that she was spending the traditional date nights of Friday and Saturday making good money babysitting and even better tips in learning about sex from the fathers of the children who seduced her. Eventually, she fell in love with one of those men, and he fell in love with her. He was the vice president of the local savings and loan bank, and after Nomi finished high school, he divorced his wife and married her. This is when Emma found out she wanted to be a psychiatrist, because looking back, her older sister was her very first patient.


“And she never paid me one penny,” Emma was always fond to say when the families gathered for the holidays long after Emma had gone onto college, and medical school, marriage, and Moise Pipecks.

“But I paved the way for your successful high school years. Payment in full,” Nomi would always say with an exaggerated wink.

“But I did a good job with you, didn’t I?” Emma always shot back.

And that was true to an extent, because Emma Everly was a bull in a china shop when it came to following her glamorous big sister’s footsteps.

Emma was a much better student. Emma worked as a part-time teller at a bank (of course it helped that her older sister was banging the bank’s vice president). Emma made homecoming court as a senior. Emma was very active in volunteer work. Emma was very much a school booster when it came to sports –- but mostly football (in Ohio, high school football comes first and everything else comes last). And Emma dated!
And Emma listened, which everyone agreed was her best asset. I like to listen, she wrote in her diary.

The two boys who she dated in high school were the only people who didn’t think Emma’s listening ability was her best asset. Like all other teenager boys revved up on hormones, they thought her body was her best asset, not her ability to listen.

And she shared her body with the two boys that she dated throughout high school. The first boy she dated her freshman and sophomore year. His dad was a colonel in the United States Air Force and was stationed at the sprawling Wright-Patterson Air Base. Emma listened to a lot of stories from her boyfriend about what it was like to have to move around so much. It was something she couldn’t relate to until she moved out of her home to attend college. But, the boy was sweet, and they liked each other very much, and Emma and he enjoyed sexual intercourse together during the summer between their freshman and sophomore years. Then midway through their sophomore year, the boy’s dad was transferred to Germany and he had to leave Kettering. It was a very sad moment in her life; but after the boy left, Emma was surprised at how quickly her sadness left, as she focused on her life in the present.

“That was when I really decided to become a psychiatrist,” she told everyone in her field when the inevitable ‘when did you know this was the right field for you’ question came up.

Within a few months, she met the boy she would date for the remainder of high school. In eight months they were intimate. When it came time for Emma to leave for college, she learned something about her second serious boyfriend.


He wanted her to stay close.

Emma was going to Wittenberg University in Springfield, Ohio which was a little over thirty minutes away.

She thought it was because he was in love with her.

In a sense, she was right.

He was in love with the sex.

She wanted to move on with her life, and although she liked having sex with this boyfriend –- he wasn’t going to hold her back.

“And after all,” Emma would point out “Wittenberg isn’t that far away, and as she would later write in her diary, Amazing what people can become addicted to.

“You won’t pay that much attention to me. College will change you,” he whined as he did nothing but mope around during the summer before she went to college.

Emma’s boyfriend was right. She didn’t miss him and college did change her for the better, and she always had nice thoughts about her second boyfriend. Later she wrote in her diary He was right about college. But, then again, he was the class valedictorian.
Emma went to college, and as she had done in high school, reveled in living in the present. She was very active in her sorority -– Chi-Omega, but more active in her field of study -– psychiatry. But active in your field of study means hard work and even harder work in those studies. Emma did that and more, graduating summa cum laude. She didn’t date much in college, and if she needed to get intimate, she learned the art of how long a good one night stand could take her. She also was surprised at how many times after the one night stand, the standee kept bugging to take her out again. Emma had a one word answer.


Emma was accepted into many medical schools. Being an Ohioan, she chose the excellent program at Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio.

“It was another move east, but still close enough to go home for the holidays,” she would tell others.


The prolog is here, and chapter one is here – Simon

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