These Ties That Bind. Mary Sullivan
Sara saw his mother, her face lit up and she looked younger.
Sara bent forward and wrapped Ma in a hug. “I’m going to be one of your caregivers.”
When she pulled away, Ma’s pleasure in seeing her was obvious. She loved Sara, and wasn’t that a kicker because it meant there was no way Rem was going to boot Sara out as one of Ma’s nurses. Ma’s joy would make having to put up with Sara worthwhile.
It also made him sad, made him rue that horrible day when Timm had been burned. If that accident hadn’t happened, would Sara be living here now as his wife? Would he have been a father to his son all along?
What-ifs weren’t worth a hell of a lot, though, were they? They just left a person regretful.
“I’m going to make you better,” Sara said, smiling and rubbing Ma’s hands.
Really, Sara? You do that and I’ll kiss your feet.
When Sara pulled a nightgown from a stack of clean laundry Rem had put in the room last night and then started to remove Ma’s clothes, he rushed outside.
The nitty-gritty of having Ma home overwhelmed him. He didn’t have a clue how to take care of a sick woman.
His cell phone rang.
“Rem, it’s Max Golden. Got a problem with a horse. Can you take a look at her today?”
“I can come now.”
Rem ended the call and went to the kitchen to rummage in the fridge for a carrot or two.
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