Golden Filly, Collection 2 by Lauraine Snelling

Author:Lauraine Snelling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2011-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

When Trish forced her bruised body out of bed in the morning, a knock on her door announced Martha.

“How’re you feeling?” She didn’t wait for Trish’s answer, and instead handed her the blue ice packs. “Now, you let this ice for a bit while I finish your packing for you. Then Adam will help load the car, and you and I’ll be off.”

“Martha, I’ll be fine. You don’t need to do this.”

The older woman planted both fists on her rounded hips and stared at Trish, eyes narrowed. “If you think I’d let you go off by yourself injured like this…” She shook her head and turned back to the closet. “Why, your mother would kill me.”

Not really, Trish thought, flexing her fingers. She’s going to want to kill me! She knew she should have called home last night but—she rubbed her forehead with the uninjured hand. But she hadn’t had the strength to argue and she was going to have her car at home.

“Don’t even think about arguing with me.” Margaret looked up from folding and packing Trish’s things. “You know I’m right, and since your mother isn’t going to be pleased about another injury, at least she’ll applaud your good sense in allowing help.”

What could Trish say? “Thank you” were the only words that came to mind.

She slept most of the eleven-hour trip home, waking only for food and rest stops.

“Those muscle relaxers appear to work pretty well,” Martha said at one point when Trish rebuckled her seat belt.

At least it doesn’t hurt as much this way, Trish thought as she dozed back to sleep again. Fighting to stay awake had already proven a wasted effort.

She woke up enough to direct Martha once they reached the southern edge of Portland. It didn’t take long to get through the city and cross the Columbia River to Vancouver. Each mile closer to home brought increased alertness. Her heart picked up speed when they turned into the drive at Runnin’ On Farm.

Caesar did his best to announce to the entire world that Trish was home again. Marge came out the front door as Trish stepped from the car. They met at the gate.

“How bad is it?” Marge checked her daughter over, looking for visible injuries.

“Just a dislocated shoulder. Margaret drove me up.”

“Thank God.” She squeezed Trish’s good hand and walked on out to the car. “How good to see you. And thank you for caring for my kid there.” The two women swapped hugs and retrieved the suitcases from the trunk and backseat. Burdened down, they made their way to the house.

Trish held the door for them. “At least I can do this one-handed.” Her feeble attempt at a joke fell flat.

Marge set the things down and turned to her daughter. “Has it been X-rayed?” Trish shook her head. “Then I think our next order of business is to visit the emergency room and take care of that.”

“Mother, the nurse said…”

“You haven’t seen a doctor either?” At the look on Trish’s face, Marge walked to her bedroom and returned carrying her purse.

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