Soldier's Homecoming (9781460341308) by Glaz Linda S

Author:Glaz, Linda S.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Sales Corp
Published: 2014-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Dr. Cleewell towered over Victoria, his thick, outdated moustache twitching at the edges. “You frightened us, young lady.”

“What happened?” She’d been talking with Flo, hadn’t she? That was all Victoria remembered. That and the black spots before her eyes.

“I’m afraid you passed out at that dance school of yours. Florence drove you home and your folks called me right away. Gave us all a bit of a scare.” He patted her hand, this doctor who had delivered her as a baby. She thought through her day, what she’d done, what she’d eaten. Nothing that should have caused her to faint.

“How about if you tell me what happened just before you passed out?”

“Nothing strange really. I’d finished with my youngest students and was having a hard time catching my breath. But that always happens right after class.” And she’d been thinking about that handsome Joe Huntington, but that shouldn’t have made her faint.

Twitch...twitch. With a frown, he smoothed the ends of the caterpillar of a mustache under his nose. “Always?”

“Certainly. When I was little it happened during and after games, when I ran, you know? And it’s been the same with dance. Isn’t that what happens if you run? I mean doesn’t everybody—”

“No, Victoria. Well, maybe now since I’m a bit older than Methuselah, but not when I was your age. No, it isn’t what happens to healthy folks.”

Healthy folks? She was healthy. Hardly sick a day in her life. Dr. Cleewell was talking nonsense. He, of all people, knew how healthy she was. “What are you talking about?”

“Has this shortness of breath been getting worse?”

Had it?

“Or have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary?”

Getting worse...yes...yes, it had. But nothing she’d be upset about. Too little sleep and too much bouncing around in the classroom. Maybe a cold coming on. “Now that you mention it, maybe a little. I’ve felt sort of wobbly at times. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But I suppose you could say I’ve been getting short of breath more often than usual.”

He sat on the edge of her bed, squeezed her hands in his. “Now, it’s important for you to tell me if this has ever happened before.”

“What do you mean happened before? It always happens.”

Dr. Cleewell frowned at her and the mustache drooped toward the floor. Almost made her giggle in spite of his questions. “So you’ve had this feeling before? In fact, you say you’ve had it your whole life that you can remember? Just not this bad.”

What kind of silliness was this? She was no different from anyone else. “Pretty much. At least as long as I can remember. Never stopped me from doing what I wanted any more than any other person I know.”

“I’ll bet it didn’t. You have spunk, girlie.”

“So what’s wrong with me? Some cold or...something like that?”

“I have a few ideas. Just guesses, you know.”

Stop guessing and spell it out. What was wrong with her? “And?”

Her mother pressed in, concern sprouting all over her normally calm face.

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