Heart and Home(9)

"What happened, Mrs. Tallon?" she asked, the name coming to her when she  saw the six-year-old boy's face. "How did Billy get hurt?"

"Oh, Miss Sparks," the woman said, reaching out to her. "He fell trying  to build a tree house. I told him to wait 'til his father could help  him."

"Aunt Jane!" the boy cried. His mother moved quickly to keep him still. "Doc says my leg's busted."

"Well, don't sound so proud," his mother scolded.

"It hurt a lot at first," Billy confided. "But now it don't hurt less'en I move it."

Adam joined them with splints and his medical bag. Jane stepped out of  his way but watched over his shoulder as he cut the boy's trouser leg  from the ankle.

"So what do you think, Doc?" she asked. "Can little boys with broken legs still eat cookies?"

Even where she stood she could see Adam grin at Billy. "I don't know. A diet of spinach and beets is what I usually recommend."

Billy looked dismayed for a moment, then grinned back. "You're just funnin' me."

Jane took Mrs. Tallon's hand. "When the doctor gets through tying him  back together, bring him over for a cookie before you head home."

"That's so sweet of you," the woman said, "but we can't. I'll need to  get home and start dinner. I'll have Billy's chores to do now, too."

"Of course. Say, I have all kinds of food left from the funeral dinner.  I'd be pleased if you'd take it home to your husband and boys."

"Funeral dinner? Your grandmother?" Mrs. Tallon put her arm around Jane's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Miss Sparks. I hadn't heard."

"I understand," Jane said quickly, not wanting to dwell on the funeral.  "Now that dinner's taken care of, you have time to bring Billy by for a  cookie. I'll go box up the food."

Jane hurried back to her kitchen, uncertain why she had a sudden need to  get away. The mention of the funeral, probably. She had managed to  forget about it for a while. She had needed something like this to bring  her back to her senses. She was starting to have too much fun teasing  Dr. Adam Hart.

Grams was barely underground, and Jane was already forgetting her  advice. Don't trust men with anything but business. Don't depend on  them, and don't let them know your weaknesses.

What Jane knew about her father should have taught her those lessons,  anyway. He had used her mother and abandoned them both. What little he'd  left her when he died couldn't begin to make up for the pain he had  caused.                       
       
           



       

Surely all men weren't like that, Jane had argued, but how would one know?

One can't, had been Grams's answer.

Jane busied herself transferring food into pie plates and bowls she  wouldn't miss before Mrs. Tallon had a chance to return them. She tried  to convince herself that her relationship with Adam was still business,  the same as her relationship with George or the guests in the  boardinghouse.

He was just one of the first men she had dealt with who was close to her  age. Her responsibilities kept her from socializing much except with  boarders, who tended to be older. That was the root of the attraction.

And why shouldn't she have a friend her own age? She was not quite  twenty-two and couldn't remember ever having a friend. That was all Adam  was. He had, after all, the beautiful Doreena. His interest in Plain  Jane was probably because of their ages as well.

Or more likely because of his stomach.

At any rate, it was pleasant to have a friend, Jane decided, tackling  the rest of the dishes once she had started a small pot of coffee. And  she was safe from Adam because of Doreena.





Adam couldn't explain why he wished Jane had stayed. The boy and his  mother were both cooperative and calm. He didn't need or even want her  help.

He tried to put her out of his mind as he set the boy's leg and gave  them instructions. "Don't put any weight on that leg," he finished.  "I'll come out to take a look at it tomorrow. Let me know immediately if  there are any problems."

"Thanks, Dr. Hart," Mrs. Tallon said. "I'll talk to the mister about how  to pay you and get it taken care of as soon as possible."

"Can we go see Aunt Jane now?" Billy asked.

"How am I supposed to get you in there?" his mother responded. "I'll see if she can send a cookie home with us."

Suddenly the excuse to be in Jane's kitchen again was more than Adam  could resist. "I'll carry him in, Mrs. Tallon. You can get the door."

"I always come see Aunt Jane when we're in town," Billy explained. "She likes little boys."

"I think you like her, too," Adam said, carefully supporting the injured leg as he lifted the boy into his arms.

"I shouldn't do it since I hardly know her," the boy's mother confided,  "but sometimes I let Billy play at Miss Sparks's house while I do my  shopping. She doesn't seem to mind and Billy's much happier that way."

Adam was a little curious as to what the everefficient-and-tidy Miss  Sparks thought of having a little boy underfoot. He guessed she let Mrs.  Tallon take advantage of her, the same way everyone at the funeral  dinner had.

But then, she was the one who'd offered cookies.

Adam carried Billy into the kitchen, spotless now and smelling of fresh  coffee. Jane had already positioned a chair with a pillow on it to  support the broken leg. When Billy was comfortably seated, Adam stepped  back to watch Jane. She gave the boy a hug then knelt down on the floor.  "That's one fancy leg you've got now," she said. "Dr. Hart went to a  lot of work to keep you from climbing trees."

"That's not why," the boy said.

Jane smiled at the child as she rose to her feet. She served coffee to  the adults and milk to Billy, and set a plate of oatmeal cookies on the  table.

Jane was comfortable with the farm woman and talked easily about weather  and crops. She was obviously a special friend to Billy. Adam watched  her wink at the boy and slip him another cookie after his mother had  said he'd had enough.

"The leg set all right, didn't it?" Jane asked him as Mrs. Tallon prepared to leave.

"It'll be fine. I just want to keep an eye on it for the next few days  to be sure the splint keeps it immobile and there are no other  complications."

"She can't keep bringing him into town," Jane said, wrapping some  cookies in a napkin and tucking them into one of the boxes that sat by  the door.

"I'll ride out to the farm," Adam said. He wondered what was bothering  her. Mrs. Tallon had said they hardly knew each other. Was she worried  about the boy or did she know something about the farm that he didn't?  Her comment about pigs came back to him.                       
       
           



       

But her mind was on a different track. "He could stay here," she said.





Chapter Four


"Can I, Ma? Please," Billy begged.

Adam was sure his face showed his surprise. It would make it easier for  him to check on the boy, of course, but Jane had just lost her  grandmother. She hadn't yet caught up on the sleep she had lost during  the woman's illness. A lively little boy frustrated by a broken leg  would not make her life easier. He held his breath and waited to see  what Mrs. Tallon would say.

"No," the mother said finally. "Your father will want to talk to you."

A new problem occurred to Adam. "No spankings until the leg is healed," he said.

Mrs. Tallon laughed. "You don't need to worry about that. But he'll likely be doing extra chores once he's healed."

Adam carried Billy back to the wagon, and Jane and Mrs. Tallon followed  with the boxes of food. After saying their goodbyes, Adam and Jane stood  side by side and watched the wagon pull away.

"It was nice of you to offer to keep Billy," Adam said.

Jane gave him a sad smile. "It would have kept my mind off things," she said.

"You need to get some rest."

She shook her head. "I need to start dinner. I need to keep busy."

Adam watched her walk back to the boardinghouse. Once she was inside, he  returned to his own little house. He slumped into a chair and stared at  his closed front door.

This house was way too quiet. He needed other voices and activity around  him. He wished he were sitting in Jane's front parlor. Even if no one  else was there with him, he would be able to hear the other boarders if  they walked across their rooms. He would know that he wasn't alone.

He needed to convince Doreena to join him. He had already sent one brief  letter describing his welcome to Clyde. He hadn't mentioned her refusal  to come or his disappointment. He had been afraid he would say  something he later regretted.

How could she think he would decide not to stay? Hadn't she listened to  him at all? He could understand if she said she didn't want to leave her  family and live in a comparatively primitive little community. But that  wasn't what she'd said. She had said she was sure he would go back.