tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Spencer quickly interrupted his mother.

"Mom, this is Fionamars." He said, "My..." He stopped suddenly and looked back at Fiona, "My girlfriend." The corners of his face and mouth twitched slightly when he said the last word stand up.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Mrs. Reid." Fiona said with a smile.

Mrs. Reid is staring at Fiona. Reid's eyes flicked between the two of them, and he looked even more nervous than Fiona.

"I can't believe it," Mrs. Reid said suddenly.

Fiona blinked in surprise, "Uh... what?"

"Where did you find such a girl?" Mrs. Reid suddenly smiled, she looked at Reid, lowered her voice dramatically, "Oh, Spencer, good job."

Reid smiled with his lips slightly pursed, a little helpless. Fiona held back her smile, she felt that she had begun to like Mrs. Reid.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Mars." Mrs. Reid stood up solemnly, and solemnly extended her hand to shake Fiona's hand.

Fiona quickly reached out and shook her hand.

"Sit down." Mrs. Reid sat down upright and motioned to Fiona.That look made Fiona involuntarily think of her tutor in college.

After sitting down, Fiona looked at Mrs. Reid's profile.She suddenly realized that certain features on the other person's face looked very similar to Reid's.

If she hadn't heard about his mother's illness from Reid in advance, Fiona would only treat her as a [-]% ordinary person.Aside from being slightly neurotic, Mrs. Reid seemed perfectly normal.

"You look familiar." Mrs. Reid suddenly said to Fiona.

"She's my classmate in high school." Reid quickly explained.

"No, no..." Mrs. Reid murmured, and she gave Reid a reproachful look, "I don't even know any of your high school classmates. Because I was already..."

Reid suddenly lowered his eyes, a little uneasy

She suddenly laughed, "Did someone say you look like Elizabeth Taylor? The only difference is that you are blonde and blue-eyed."

"Elizabeth Taylor is one of my mother's favorite female stars." Reid lowered his voice and explained to Fiona.Well, this can explain why he remembers the age of a female celebrity for the first time.

"Someone said it." Fiona laughed, "An old man named Henry Herbert lives downstairs from my house."

"He's very discerning." Mrs. Reid nodded slightly.

"By the way, I brought you a book." Reid took out the book from his backpack and handed it to his mother.

"Until that goodday." Mrs. Reid read the name of the book quickly, she frowned slightly, "You know this book is not her most typical representative work."

"Sorry." Reid said softly.

"But I've been a bit short of books recently. You can just read this to pass the time." Mrs. Reid said to Reid in a comforting tone.

"I will definitely bring her other works next time." Reid promised.

Mrs. Reid raised her eyebrows, "Next time? I don't even remember when you came to see me last time."

Reid licked his lips quickly, looking away from his mother's face, "...sorry."

For a while, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"So..." Fiona tried to break the silence, "I heard from Reid that you study fifteenth-century classical literature."

"Once upon a time." Mrs. Reid emphasized, "You can see me now—trapped here, just like those people who take a walk every day, playing stupid games with blocks—" Her eyes looked not far away , an old man with a dull expression was pulling weeds from the ground meaninglessly, and a young woman beside her stopped her.

Fiona noticed that the muscles in Reid's jaw tightened, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly.He looked like he was in some distressed mood.

Fiona didn't know how to break the deadlock.She was silent, looking for the right words.But Mrs. Reid looked up suddenly and said to her, "How are your parents, Miss Mars?"

"My dad is fine," Fiona said.

"Where's your mom?"

"She's gone." Fiona replied, "...a car accident."

"Oh, I'm sorry. When did this happen?" Mrs. Reid's eyes showed obvious sympathy. Fiona could tell she was a kind-hearted woman.

"High school," Fiona said.

"You must be very sad." Mrs. Reid said, "It must be a very painful memory for someone so close to you to leave you." She said, suddenly dazed for a moment, as if caught in some kind of memory.

Reid turned to look at his mother's profile.He put his hands on her shoulders and moved his lips as if trying to comfort her.

However, this topic successfully diverted Mrs. Reid's attention.Instead of complaining about what happened just now, she suddenly started talking about an interesting incident that happened to a patient yesterday.Her speech occasionally lacked logic and made it difficult to understand, but Reid listened to his mother intently, as if not wanting to miss a word she said.

"...I just told Jane that you shouldn't have stolen all the toilet paper in the cubicle before he went to the bathroom. Poor Victor, sat on the toilet for half an hour—"

Mrs. Reid talked on and on for a quarter of an hour.During this period, Reid has not interrupted, and neither has Fiona.

Then a young woman came up to them.Wearing a name tag on her chest, she looks like a care worker here.

"Mr. Reid, I just saw you," she said with a smile. "Mrs. Reid told us about you yesterday. She always tells us about you—she's very proud of you."

"I don't." Mrs. Reid said stubbornly, "I don't always talk about him."

The young woman laughed.

"It's time to go back and rest, Mrs. Reid," she said.

"We should go too." Reid stood up, "I'll accompany you back to your room, Mom."

"No need. I've lived here for so many years, at least I won't get lost." Mrs. Reid reproachfully refused, "I haven't reached the age of dementia yet."

"Okay." Reid said helplessly.

"Let's go. I know you're busy." Mrs. Reid's expression suddenly calmed down.

Before leaving, Reid seemed a little hesitant.He followed Fiona for a short distance, then suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at his mother's back.

"Actually, you can stay with her for a while longer." Fiona said softly, "Don't look at her saying that, in fact, she is very happy that you can visit her... I can understand it from the expression she looks at you."

"I know." Reid whispered.

Fiona felt a tinge of guilt.

"Let's go." Reid said suddenly, reaching out and patting Fiona's shoulder.

On the way out of the nursing home, Reid suddenly became very talkative.He looked suddenly relieved, as if he had just completed a very difficult task not long ago.

"—do you know how Las Vegas got its name?" he gushes, "actually it means fertile grassland in Spanish. Many years ago it was a barren and dry land , the western pioneers gave it such a name with good wishes, hoping that it could really become fertile land."

"It sounds legendary." Fiona said, "They certainly didn't expect Las Vegas to become what it is now."

"I thought everyone in Las Vegas knew the origin of this." Reid laughed, "Aren't you a native of Las Vegas?"

"Actually, I'm not." Fiona said bluntly.

"Okay, maybe I remember wrong." Reid said, "Where did you live before?"

Staring in the rearview mirror, Fiona drives carefully through a busy intersection.

"London, England," she replied.

"Really?" Reid was surprised, "You're not kidding?"

"Of course." Fiona said with a smile, "If I want, I can always speak with a standard East End accent." She said, casually reciting a passage that has always impressed her deeply.

As soon as Fiona finished speaking, they laughed at the same time.

"Of course, I don't usually talk like this." Fiona laughed.

Later, Fiona stopped in front of a flower shop.She bought a large bouquet of flowers, nothing but lilies.She knew Fiona's mother liked simple lily bouquets.

"...you know?" Reid said suddenly on the way to the cemetery, "I appreciate you coming with me today, really."

"You're welcome." Fiona smiled, "Don't you want to accompany me later?"

"Yes."

Reid turned his head and looked out the window. A bus with a milk powder advertisement was walking side by side with them. It showed a beautiful young mother holding a cute baby in her arms.

"If I come by myself, I may not meet her." He suddenly said softly.

Fiona glanced at him in surprise, "Why?"

——Reid's expression at this moment cannot be seen clearly from the profile of his face.

"Probably because I've never been a good son," he said hoarsely.He suddenly turned his head to look at Fiona, and quickly said in a blunt tone, "Do you know that I actually called someone to send her to a mental hospital?"

Fiona nearly hit a bike that was going straight ahead.

"Oh, Spencer," she said.

"Be careful!" Reid yelled.

Only then did Fiona realize that the red light was on.She quickly stopped the car.