wasn’t normal, so she giggled instead.
“I suppose dying would get tiresome after a while, though of course, I’m envious of you sometimes. My family has gone through so much, I think sometimes dyin’ would be easier than living through all this.”
Oh Lord, now it was time for Eunice to bemoan her family’s ills, as though she were the only one with difficulties to endure. Grandma allowed her mind to wander to more important things, like finding Katie a man. It was going to be hard to do since all this dying made it difficult to get around. If only she had someone to do the legwork for her.
Hmmm. She glanced back at Eunice, still rambling about her infirmed. “Eunice?” Grandma said as soon as Eunice stopped for a breath. “I was wondering if you could help me out.”
Eunice blinked in surprise and leaned closer with intense seriousness. “Of course I would, Mable. You and me go back a ways. What do you need?”
Sighing deeply, Grandma laid her hand against her heart. “I’m worried for my Katie.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, there ain’t nothing wrong with her directly, but she’s turning thirty soon, and she still don’t have a husband. I’m afraid she’s too busy to look, and I can’t get around much to find her one.”
“Is she wantin’ to get hitched?”
“Of course she does!” Grandma snapped before she remembered she wanted Eunice’s help, not her anger. “She wants younguns,” she added with as much humility as she could muster.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Who are some of the eligible men around here now? I ain’t been out for a while.”
Eunice wrinkled her brow in thought. “Well, I can’t think of too many the right age except my Randy.”
“Randy?”
“My grandson. He just moved back here from Williamson.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-six.”
That was close enough. “Is he handsome?” Grandma didn’t want any ugly grandkids.
Eunice giggled. “That’s his biggest problem. All the girls down there set their cap for him and chased him something awful.” She leaned forward to whisper, “A couple of them actually claimed he’d got them with child.” She sat back and shook her head. “Of course,that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t do such a thing. They just wanted to force him into marriage.”
“Why didn’t he marry one of them?”
“None of them girls were good enough for him. That’s why he come on home.”
“My Katie is too good for most anybody. I don’t know if she’d want him.”
Eunice bristled. “Randy’s a handsome young man, strong and virile. If Katie’s wantin’ strapping younguns, my Randy can give them to her.”
Strong, good-looking grandkids were appealing, but that would make Eunice family. Grandma glanced askance at Eunice. The woman was a fine cook, and if her grandson was as robust as she made him sound, he could do quite a bit of work around the cabin. With any luck at all, Eunice wouldn’t live much longer anyway. She was an old bag and as unhealthy as they come.
“Have him come on out on Saturday, and if I—I mean if Katie approves—we’ll get ’em hitched.”
Chapter Five
Drumming his fingers on the desktop wasn’t very productive, but he’d adjusted the damn diplomas so many times, there was a danger of wearing holes in the wall.
John shoved away from his desk and paced across the room to the window. The street was just as empty as it had been five minutes ago. He could go to the store again, but he’d been there every day this week since Monday and still no one had come to him for treatment. At this rate he didn’t need a medical degree…he needed a hobby.
His nose caught the whiff of something wonderful drifting from the kitchen. John knew if he went there he’d find Julia elbow deep in biscuit dough and Mrs. Adkins humming while she cooked. Domestic pleasures weren’t important in the large scheme of things, but he was a little hungry. Maybe there was a muffin left over from
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