Light of My Heart by Ginny Aiken

Author:Ginny Aiken
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

When sifted sunlight kissed her face, Letty stretched in her warm bed. A fanciful smile curved her lips. Eric . . .

She didn’t have the words to express what their embrace meant to her. He was Eric, and Eric was more than enough.

She, however, was a physician, and patients would soon line up for her. Still smiling, she poured water from the pottery pitcher into the fluted basin on her washstand. A splash to her face snapped her back to reality. She plied her washcloth and finished her ablutions.

Her garments seemed plainer today than yesterday, but then today she felt less plain. Today her mirror reflected excitement in the roses on her cheeks, mischief in her smile, happiness in her gaze.

Letty chided herself. “Honestly, fanciful thoughts won’t heal a soul. Sick people don’t care that Eric kissed you last night.”

Even so, she couldn’t wait to see him again.

Letty ran downstairs and poured corn into the crate that housed her growing chickens. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked as the birds fluttered their wings and pecked for kernels. “You need a proper coop and a yard to scratch up.”

The thought stuck while Letty treated a steady flow of patients. It followed her when she took advantage of a lull to run to the manse and check on Mim, who basked in the light of the Stones’ love. They’d insisted on keeping the child, and Letty was glad, since she had no jobs for the proud girl.

Noon found Letty back in her kitchen with nothing to do but watch her fowl jockey for position in the crate. A knock at the kitchen door made her leap at the chance to do something.

“Daisy! Come in, dear. What brings you by?”

Daisy removed the black shawl she wore over her head as a crude disguise. She glanced down the street, then stepped into Letty’s kitchen. “I came to see Mim.”

Letty set the teakettle on the stove. “I’m sorry, dear, she’s not here. Pastor and Mrs. Stone came last night to take her home with them. They have more room than I do, and she agreed to go.” Noting the alarm on Daisy’s face, she hastened to reassure her. “The pastor and his wife are lovely people. Mim couldn’t be in better hands.”

Daisy shrugged.

“They’ll be glad to have you visit her,” Letty added.

Daisy snorted. “I can’t visit ‘lovely people,’ Doc. Their flock would flee faster than mice do from cats.”

“Perhaps, then, they don’t belong in that flock.”

She got another shrug. A fat blond curl slipped from the cascade at the back of Daisy’s head and danced against the painted cheek. Letty ached at the vulnerability she saw. “How have you been?”

“Fine.”

Letty bit her lip as Daisy inspected the kitchen. The girl showed no inclination to leave anytime soon, which suited her just fine, but she didn’t want the visit wasted on one-syllable words.

Daisy continued her perusal, finally pausing by the typewriter. A graceful finger touched one metal key. “What is this?”

“A typewriting machine.

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