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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Bobbie glanced up in surprise to see that Jeffs eyes were both open.
Yes, its mine. Is the bed all right?
The bed is wonderful, maybe a little short, but what can I expect when it belongs to a little person like yourself? The words were said with a tired sort of tenderness that Bobbie found oddly touching. He had made the words little person sound like an endearment.
Jeff was drifting off again and wasnt aware of Rigg arriving to spell Bobbie. Bobbie took herself off to the shipping office with plans to check back at lunch. Business was quite heavy that morning so Bobbie didnt return home until almost 1:00. Her mother was sitting at Jeffs side with some mending when Bobbie appeared in the door. Maryanne set her work aside and joined her daughter in the hall.
How are things going?
Good. Are you home for the day or do you need to go back to the office?
Bill was going to come in at 2:00 so I can stay here if Im needed. What did Dr. Grade say?
He wants Jeff to keep still until he gives word otherwise. It could be a week.
So hes pretty bad? Bobbies eyes showed her concern and Maryanne reached out to hug her.
Hes not in any kind of danger, but then hes not going to do any strenuous work for a few weeks either.
Maryanne went to the kitchen to prepare some soup for Jeff and Bobbie took the chair by the bed. Jeff didnt move for over an hour, so by the time he awoke Maryanne was back upstairs with a tray.
She helped him with the soup bowl and spoon and Bobbie went to answer a knock at the door. It was May, and she looked like a new woman.
Hi, Bobbie, she said as she slipped out of her coat. Hows Jeff?
Mom is helping him with some soup.
Okay, Ill head up and see if I can be of some help.
Bobbie followed May up the stairs, but only to tell her mother that she was going to go back to the office for the rest of the afternoon. Jeff was awake and grinned at her.
You need to take some lessons from your mother, Bobbie; she hasnt spilled a drop!
Bobbie laughed. Actually I didnt spill anything. You looked a little hot and I was trying to cool you off.
Jeff chuckled and then winced.
You better go, Bobbie, her mother told her. Youre going to hurt this poor boy if you get him to laughing.
When Bill found out from Bobbie that Jeff was awake and having something to eat, he immediately left for the Bradford home. Gil, who had been holding down the fort but was just as concerned as everyone else, questioned Bobbie about Jeffs health.
He was pretty pale last night. How did he seem today?
Hes still pale but hes talking and even making jokes.