The same thing happened over the cigarettes stolen from her father's bureau, the clairvoyance lessons from her sister, the breaking-and-entering lessons from her brother Charlie, and the "extracurricular instruction" from Dr. Waterston. Scully began to grow tired of the whole business.
When she was twenty-two, her father discovered that she had switched her specialty from pediatrics to forensic pathology.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked wearily when she called home in response to his message.
"Since I broke up with Dr. Waterston," Scully said. "I suppose you're going to tell me it isn't a proper career for a woman."
"Well, yes. I mean, you could do so much more. It isn't a proper use of your talents."
"Nothing interesting seems to be a proper use of my talents," Scully said.
"You might find things more interesting if you applied yourself a little more, dear," Scully's mother said over the other line.
"I doubt it," Scully muttered, but she knew better than to argue any further when her mother used that tone of voice.
Right before she graduated, Scully wrote to her godfather, an old friend of her father's from Agnus Dei who worked in the State Department.
"Dana, kid, this sort of thing just isn't done," he said, fanning away the cigarrette smoke that seemed to be lingering in his office.
"People keep telling me that," Scully said.
"Well, you should listen to them," her godfather said irritably. "I'm not used to being hauled away from my meetings to talk to confused adolescents. And you really shouldn't ask me for anything unless it is a matter of untmost importance to your life an future happiness."
"It *is* of utmost importance to my life and future happiness," Scully said.
"Oh, very well. I suppose you've fallen in love with another married man. Well, you always were an ambitious child. Tell me about him."
Scully sighed. "It isn't a him."
No, no, I'm definitely not writing it. I don't know why you people keep saying I should.
My library's *way* behind the times, too. The Mairelon books are great, though, they're YA, half mysteries and half Dickens-like Regency romances with magic thrown in. Plus, Mairelon is sexy in an very Mulderish sort of way. I think you would like them.
The second one always somehow has eluded me. When I was first reading them, our library had all but that one, and now I've found the others at used bookstores but not that one, so I barely even remember the plot.
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The same thing happened over the cigarettes stolen from her father's bureau, the clairvoyance lessons from her sister, the breaking-and-entering lessons from her brother Charlie, and the "extracurricular instruction" from Dr. Waterston. Scully began to grow tired of the whole business.
When she was twenty-two, her father discovered that she had switched her specialty from pediatrics to forensic pathology.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked wearily when she called home in response to his message.
"Since I broke up with Dr. Waterston," Scully said. "I suppose you're going to tell me it isn't a proper career for a woman."
"Well, yes. I mean, you could do so much more. It isn't a proper use of your talents."
"Nothing interesting seems to be a proper use of my talents," Scully said.
"You might find things more interesting if you applied yourself a little more, dear," Scully's mother said over the other line.
"I doubt it," Scully muttered, but she knew better than to argue any further when her mother used that tone of voice.
Right before she graduated, Scully wrote to her godfather, an old friend of her father's from Agnus Dei who worked in the State Department.
"Dana, kid, this sort of thing just isn't done," he said, fanning away the cigarrette smoke that seemed to be lingering in his office.
"People keep telling me that," Scully said.
"Well, you should listen to them," her godfather said irritably. "I'm not used to being hauled away from my meetings to talk to confused adolescents. And you really shouldn't ask me for anything unless it is a matter of untmost importance to your life an future happiness."
"It *is* of utmost importance to my life and future happiness," Scully said.
"Oh, very well. I suppose you've fallen in love with another married man. Well, you always were an ambitious child. Tell me about him."
Scully sighed. "It isn't a him."
No, no, I'm definitely not writing it. I don't know why you people keep saying I should.
My library's *way* behind the times, too. The Mairelon books are great, though, they're YA, half mysteries and half Dickens-like Regency romances with magic thrown in. Plus, Mairelon is sexy in an very Mulderish sort of way. I think you would like them.
The second one always somehow has eluded me. When I was first reading them, our library had all but that one, and now I've found the others at used bookstores but not that one, so I barely even remember the plot.