Miss Chop's Visiting Nurse

Deep in the barren pine forest, a homely cabin setting burned golden reddish glowing lights, as the early spring air breathed a fresh accomplished attitude.

Finally done lecturing, a fatigued Miss Chop rummaged through cabinets that her longtime hospital resident Dr. Caligari designed, making extra finances during medical school. When the former teen bathing beauty queen settled quietly, residing in a remote location, tabloid television featured the culinary renovation on a late-night entertainment infomercial paid programming episode. It was then she notified all her glitz and glamoured friends about her relocation from the performance artist stage to the academic auditorium ‘here me speak to myself’ spotlight.

“Where are you?” Miss Chop exclaimed searching through each secret compartment, “I know I left my sauce here; I must have misplaced it.”

Finally, the last hiding space revealed a corporate brand seasoning product promoting a well-known actor’s face, “Great,” she exclaimed.

Pulling the jar down, reading the label, a disappointment emotion surfaced, “I know where I got this, it was inside the children’s charity event gift bag, where all the sauce’s profits went to the less fortunate,” Miss Chop softly touch the image, who left this earth way too early, “look at that celebrity mug shot,”

Realizing the corporate ‘good cause marinara fundraiser gimmick’ was deemed the evening added ingredient, Miss Chop detached the metal top, placing the container under the can opener before unloading the contents upon the pasta.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Miss Chop put down her dish rag and answered the request which revealed a young girl, wearing blue medical scrubs, “Miss Chop? Are you busy?” The underclassman inquired.

“Chasey,” Miss Chop surprisingly acknowledged, “what can I do for you?”

“I am dropping off a revised version of my report, ‘Baconomics and Stretching The Pork.”

“Didn’t I give you an ‘A’ on this?”

“Yes, Miss Chop but recently developments,” Chasey paused, “like my Doctor colleague confessing to everything including the misplaced spending, I wanted you inspect my updated statistics.”

“And you traveled over the Poet Bridge state line, to drop it off here?”

Shaking her head affirmatively Chasey accepted Miss Chop’s impromptu dinner invitation.

Following popping the wine bottle cork and the served spaghetti entrée, the two continued an informative budget conversation.

“I am really appreciative, Chasey, you went the extra mile, obtaining these numbers,” Miss Chop, “sticking your neck out with Dr. Kill Dare, takes courage.”

“Thank you, Professor Chop,” Chasey responded positively retrieving a buttered roll, cleaning her plate.

“That is a nice way,” Miss Chop stood up, “to end a meal.”

Releasing an innocent giggle Chasey complemented the chef before asking, “where are you going?”

“I think I misplaced something,” Miss Chop gave a quizzical expression, walking into the kitchen. “I know, Chasey, I gave you credit for the course you took with me, but the health care fiscal finance is a very interesting topic,” Miss Chop continued.

“It is,” Chasey agreed watching Miss Chop return to the table, “in fact I am thinking of getting an MBA, master’s in business, minor in economics.”

“Wow, going to school while being a registered nurse working the floors long into the night,” Miss Chop put her hands on Chasey’s shoulders showing the investigation leg work support.

“Did you find what you misplaced?”

“Well, yes, my dear,” Miss Chop answered silencing the college student cutting her throat, “my scalpel.”

Quickly grabbing the cup, she allowed the blood to be captured in the glassware. “Wonderful,” Miss Chop smiled, “I am finally going to have home cooked marinara for the left-over pasta.”