For Whom the Roses Grow by Rebekah Blackmore

Author:Rebekah Blackmore [Blackmore, Rebekah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver Dragonfly Press
Published: 2016-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

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“I cannot believe you got Mrs. Anderson to come down for dinner,” Dessie huffed, grimacing as her back popped. She straightened her posture the best she could, adjusting her grip below Mrs. Anderson's knee and her upper back so that the older woman was more fully situated in-between Dessie and Jo's arms. They had made it to the second floor without dropping her, but now, with both women’s arms growing weary, it was a struggle not to send Mrs. Anderson plummeting down the stairs. Susanna was behind Dessie and Jo, but with her arms full of Mrs. Anderson's chair, she wouldn’t be much help if Jo or Dessie slipped.

Jo adjusted her hold on Mrs. Anderson as well, hooking her arm around Mrs. Anderson's lower back. Her hand rested on the smallest part of the woman's waist, a realization that made Jo's cheeks burn bashfully. She had had her hand pressed against the front of Mrs. Anderson’s corset, but she had quickly learned that she was unable to have much leverage without her hand being properly wrapped around something.

Mrs. Anderson seemed to care less about where the girls’ hands were than she did about Dessie’s words, her eyes narrowing as she lifted a hand to lightly snack the back of Dessie's head. “I can hear you, you know. I am more than capable of making these kinds of decisions on my own, and tonight, I have decided I wish to dine with proper company. You will respect my wishes and cease your mockery of my actions”

“Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma’am.” Dessie shot Jo a look over the top of Mrs. Anderson's head, a look of confusion in her eyes. It was clear that she was still puzzled by Mrs. Anderson’s sudden change of heart. Jo shrugged as well as she could in her current situation, her stomach bubbling as the movement caused Mrs. Anderson to rest more fully against Jo's chest. She couldn’t say that she knew why Mrs. Anderson had decided to dine in the main wing of the house, either.

Regardless, Dessie and she had to listen to Mrs. Anderson’s orders. It took several minutes for the girls to get Mrs. Anderson all the way down to the dining room, and they were exhausted by the time that they were done. Jo didn’t know what the other girls were thinking, but she, at least, could barely stomach the idea of eating and going to bed, nonetheless eating and carrying Mrs. Anderson back up all those stairs.

Jo and Dessie situated Mrs. Anderson in her chair. Once she was seated and had her blanket tucked in around her legs, they began to turn towards the kitchen so that they could bring supper out to the table. Susanna began to turn around with them, but Mrs. Anderson lunged forward and grabbed her hand. “Stay here with me,” she demanded, yanking on Susanna’s arm until she was sitting down in the dining chair next to her. “Let Joanna and Odessa finish making dinner. You were so quiet on the walk down here; how about you talk to me now?”

“Uhm, well .

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