Maggie Bright by Tracy Groot

Author:Tracy Groot
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Historical, FICTION / Historical
ISBN: 9781496406705
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2015-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

The nurse gave Clare a dose of morphine, took her temperature and frowned at the result—a frown was automatic with this nurse—then plumped the pillows, and left.

At Clare’s anxious request, Mrs. Shrew had gone home to the Maggie Bright to make sure she was truly secured in her berth at Elliott’s Boatyard. But when Clare had suggested hiring a cleaning crew to clean up the vomit and blood, Mrs. Shrew got a high and formidable light in her eyes and said, “Rubbish. That man has already dug up the anchor, and has splayed the lines back together. Or whatever the word is. Maybe spliced. It’s quite nautical, and it’s an art form. Fascinating to watch. Anyway, the two of us plus Murray makes three to put things to rights. Vomit and blood, nonsense; I’ve cleaned up buckets of the stuff as a schoolteacher, and I’ve just the remedy to get the blood out of the couch cushions.”

Clare was shot in the thigh, just above the knee. The surgeon had removed the bullet and asked Murray if he thought Clare would want it for a nice little souvenir since it was a German bullet. Murray punched him, was escorted from the hospital, and was asked not to return.

A light tap came at the door, and it came open a few inches.

Looking very uncomfortable, it was William Percy.

Clare sat up, surprised. “Why, Mr. Percy. Do come in.”

“I’ve brought someone with me. I can never say no, the little vixen. I think Fred put her up to it.” He looked down at a small someone behind the door. “Did Uncle Fred put you up to this?”

A little girl with blonde hair, blue almond-shaped eyes, a pink dress, and a white sweater peered around William Percy, clutching the hem of his suit coat.

“It’s all right.” He gave her a very gentle push. “Go on then. That’s Miss Clare. She’s got something for you, Miss Clare.”

“You must be Cecy,” Clare said warmly, holding out her hand.

“So you know my vixen?” Percy frowned. “I cannot trust Fred.”

Cecy went shyly to the bed, sucking on two fingers. She held out something with her other hand, and Clare displayed her palm. Cecy dropped a sticky sweetie into it.

William waved to get Clare’s attention. “You don’t have to eat that,” he mouthed, shaking his head, eyes wide. “Heaven knows where it’s been.”

Clare regarded Cecy, and popped the slightly furry sweet into her mouth. She concentrated, and then rolled her eyes. “Oh—absolutely delicious! How did you know peppermint’s my favorite?” The little girl smiled around the fingers. “Thank you ever so much. I get no sweets in here. Isn’t that tragic? I dearly love them.” She followed Cecy’s gaze, which had wandered to the vase of flowers. “Aren’t they lovely? You can play with them. Mr. Percy, could you please take them down for her? Perhaps you can make a garden, Cecy.”

“Are you sure?” Percy said doubtfully. “I guarantee, they won’t look the same when she’s done with them.”

“Of course I’m sure.

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