for the headlights to pick out。
He parked in front of a tiny clinic； ran around the car； and hoisted her
up。 He had had the driver of the plow call ahead。 A doctor was waiting
inside。
Thirty minutes later he carried her back to the car。 〃Bronchial
pneumonia。 Good show； Annie；〃 he teased gently as he tucked her into the
passenger's seat again。
Weary； she caught his eye。 〃Do you have my pills？〃
He patted the spot where the upper…left breast pocket of his shirt would
be。 〃Right here。 Are you fortable？〃
〃fortable？〃 she shot back hoarsely。 〃I've been poked； X…rayed； stuck
with needles； and carted around like I had no feelings at all。〃 She
scowled。 〃I feel hot and cold and achy。 And you ask if I'm fortable？〃
She looked away。 〃Don't ask。〃
Mitch chuckled。 Slamming the door； he circled the car to the driver's
side and slid behind the wheel with remarkable ease； given his length。
〃At least your good humor is intact；〃 he teased。 〃Let's go home。 The
doctor ordered warmth； rest； and lots of hot liquid。 We'd better get to
it。〃
For the next three days they followed the doctor's orders to a tee； with
Mitch in mand； dictating when each pill was to be taken； when she was
to eat and sleep。 She felt miserable for another full day before the
medication began to take effect。 Only then did she dare to balk at the
strict regimen。
〃I'm going to turn into a chicken if I drink one more drop of this soup。
It's awful；〃 she plained when he appeared on Tuesday morning with
another mug of broth。 〃I feel better today。 Honestly I do。〃 She was
sitting up against the headboard of the bed； dressed in her own flanne