Izzy greeted us at
the door. “It’s done?” She asked me in a
solemn whisper once Emmett had rounded the corner toward the girls’ room.
I nodded and watched
as she closed her eyes, a single tear escapin’, afore trailin’ down her cheek.
“The little gals is
doin’ better, their fevers finally broke, thank the Lord.” She said, lookin’ up at me with weary eyes.
I breathed out a
sigh of pure relief afore pullin’ her against me, needin’ her warmth. Izzy’s little form relaxed into my embrace,
and there we stood ‘til my brother appeared again, the worry on his brow a
might less than afore.
Izzy set us both
down then and placed cups of strong coffee in our hands.
“Thank ya, Izzy.”
Emmett told her as he grabbed ahold of her arm.
“For everythin’.”
I could tell that
Izzy was close to breakin’ down when she patted Emmett’s hand with hers. “We’s family, Emmett.” She told him with a
tremblin’ lip. “God knows that me and Ed
love your young’uns like our own. I
helped bring ‘em into the world didn’t I?”
Emmett nodded; his
eyes showin’ the depth of his sorrow.
And that was the
moment that my gal finally succumbed to her grief.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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