Page 92 (1/2)

"Ibad on the airplane"

She’d had the linguine with clam sauce Both he and Emma had had the chicken "Could be That or it’s stress"

He gently cupped her face with his pal to callto any doctor, Raet it My stomach’s empty now I’ll be fine"

"We’ll see," he said, in the same adult tone she used naturally with a child when she wanted to claht her a couple of pills and a glass of water "Take these"

She didn’t even ask what they were When she’d sed theainst the pillows

"How’s your arm?"

"It’s fine How’s your back?"

He just smiled at her "I’m okay Can you still see the stitches in your arm?"

"So?"

"Long healed I want to see your ar up the sleeve of her pale creae The skin was a healthy pink, the stitches obscene in her white ar stitches disintegrating He grunted and pressed the bandage down again "Well, your heaving isn’t fro leather chair staring out the French doors toward the bridge But let ht her back up five minutes later

"Look who I found with her cute little nose pressed to the ?"

"My beautiful little princess?"

"Nah, she’sto share her for a couple of minutes You can see for yourself, Emma Your mom’s okay"