You didn’t! she called back.
No complications. No vaginal tears. As tense as Prudy was for the labor, she sat there in the warm water and nursed the baby in front of us all.Present were myself, Bitsy, Becky Myers, and two of the mother’s lady friends, who got in my hair, Mrs. Wade and Mrs. Blum, the doctor’s wife. I hope they don’t come to many more deliveries! The father saw everything from the door to the lavatory! Paid $10, which is pretty good for these times and made us feel rich.
A week of heavy rain, and patches of green appear. New icicles melt as soon as they form, and shoots of purple and yellow crocus push up through the earth.Yesterday, just after Bitsy went hunting for turkey down on the flats near the Hope River, I saw, through the kitchen window, something move.It’s Mr. Maddock working on the road again, I figure, but as I stare, the open cart with two burros passes the Maddocks’ mailbox and continues to travel fast up the hill. Emma starts barking, and Sasha chimes in. The cart pulls to a halt, and the driver jumps down and ties his animals to the picket fence.
Mrs. Potts says come quick. It’s Reverend Miller, the pastor of the Hazel Patch Baptist Chapel. At the gate he ties his animals to the picket fence. The melting snow has caused a flood in the Wildcat Mine. Twelve miners are trapped. They fear a cave-in.The poor man is panting. There’s going to be injured, and there’s no doc to be found. She wants you now. I don’t think to argue but step into my tall rubber boots, grab my birth satchel, scratch a note to Bitsy, and jump onto the cart. The reverend turns the topless carriage around and slaps the mules into action before I sit down.
I had to bring the wagon. There’s no way an auto could make it through this muck, he offers. Other than that he doesn’t say much, and we take Salt Lick Road around the mountain, slipping and sliding in the mud and slush. At the bridge we meet Daniel Hester coming home from town and pull over so he can pass. I wave him down. The vet’s not a doctor, but he did a good job stitching my leg.
Wait! I yell to Reverend Miller.I got your text while I was with Killian, so you should know he knows about the guys staying overnight.
It’s okay. I got off the phone with him. I know he wasn’t happy about it, but he’ll see when he meets Brandon that there’s absolutely nothing like that between us.I really don’t think it’s Brandon that worries him. You’ve got to understand, Skylar, Killian researched you before he ever had feelings for you. He found article upon article about your romance with Micah. You guys were everywhere.
That panic returned, as I began to fear that I wouldn’t be able to make Killian understand that I no longer was in love with Micah. Those days are long gone. When I look at Micah now, I don’t feel any of what I used to feel. All that’s left is history, affection, and frustration that he’ll always see the world from his point of view and no one else’s.Maybe today will help, then. Killian can see you interact.