Is There a Doctor in the House?

Aahh, this is the life, thought Lisa, flipping the pages of her Fire Safety book (you can't be too careful you know).



She looked forward to her weekends, relaxing, reading, birdwatching, socializing with her new neighbours. Lisa took her hobbies very seriously.



Sundays were her favourite days. Lazy mornings followed by a hearty breakfast and time to do the crossword.


She'd only just moved into the new place, and was thoroughly settling in well.

She remembered the day she viewed this property. She'd had to return home to her parents after her marriage failed. She'd caught her husband sleeping with the secretary at her medical practice.

He didn't even try to deny it and walked out of her life forever. Obviously, because the house was in his name, she was the one that had to leave.

Lisa wasn't exactly in the market for property, but the ramblings of her father and his constant bowel movements, reminded her too much of work. So she decided to search for a suitable property.




And she found one, on the outskirts of town, close to a tiny little village called Cloverdale.
It looked quite imposing, with a fortress style feel about it, but once inside, the interior was luxurious.


Nervously, she asked to look at one of the apartments and was impressed.
It was darkly decorated with mahogany wood panels, but she could change all of that much later on if she wanted to.

Excitedly, she signed the tenants agreement and went home to start packing.



Once she'd settled in, she decided to meet and socialize with a few of the other tenants, finding that one of them knew the landlady very well and negotiated a discount on her rent.

He was a little 'wild', but that didn't matter. At least she'd found someone to chat to on an evening.



There was a small parlour where tenants hung out, listening to the radio, or even wiggling their 'booty', much to the entertainment of the others.

But it wasn't all 'play' for Lisa.

She was a doctor at the local medical practice and had quite a handful of patients to look after. Some were more compliant than others.

One in particular intrigued her. Frank Isaac.
He was a stubborn old man, refusing to be examined by a woman and getting himself in a knot because she was the only doctor on call that day.

Theirs was a 'love/hate' relationship.

She only hoped that her 'way' of doing things would be accepted in this sleepy little town.