Curiosity killed the Outlander

Phoebe When you need some shelter from the rain, when you need a healer for your pain, I will be there time and time again Why did the little clinic smell so nice? Because it always did. Between the teas, incense, and the treats she was currently baking, Phoebe always had the place smelling homey and warm. Of course, the fact that he could tell it was a clinic was impressive, since the place looked more like one giant living room with some private rooms in the back. Though perhaps he had seen the sign on the door indicating it was the midwife’s clinic. Not that it really mattered because this was all the monologue written by the narrator, and had very little to do with Phoebe’s internal thoughts on the matter. When she heard the knock, she sighed. Someday people would have to learn to just come on in. That was what she was there for after all. But setting down her tray of hot from the oven muffins, she moved to answer the door. ”Hello. Welcome.” she said with a bright smile when she saw a man standing there. Odd, given she was a midwife, but not the weirdest thing. Maybe he had a wife he needed to get remedies for, or a sister or daughter or something. Men had women in their lives they could go out of their way to help. ”My name is Phoebe. What can I do for you today?”