abandon.
Thinking at ninety times the speed of light was a natural thing for Debra and she replied, “Well, it seems to me that if I’m gonna be your nanny, then I need to know the best way to take care of you. I do know a lot, but every child is different, so I need to know how you say your prayers. Then I’ll be able to say them with you, won’t I?”
She could see the wheels turning in David’s mind just before he answered, “Okay, we’ll start.” Before he could glance over to the other bed, Danny had already turned toward him and was nodding.
In unison and sounding like harmonizing little angels - to Debra’s ears, anyway - they began. “Dear God, thank You for giving us this day and bless all who came our way. When our daddy turns out the light, stay with us all through the night. God bless all our teachers and all the kids in school. And God… bless daddy because he needs You, too.” They paused for less than half a beat and David said, his voice quiet and reverent, “God, hold our mommy near and tell her we wish she was still here.”
Debra could barely hold back the tears building up in her eyes, but what Danny said next made them fall freely down her face. “And God, bless Miss Brown. We want her to stick around.”
~*~*~
When the boys had finished their prayer, had their foreheads lovingly kissed by their daddy and were blissfully sleeping, Dr. Nelson led Debra to the living room. He went into the kitchen and made them each a cup of hot cocoa, for which she was surprisingly grateful.
Debra sighed as she reclined on the doctor’s sofa and as she took a look around, she had to absorb the family history that permeated the room through the dozen or so pictures that littered the living area. Here, there was a picture of his wife, rosy-cheeked and full of health, hugging her twin sons as if they were the air she breathed. There, beside it, was a picture of Dr. Nelson and his wife together, his handsome face full of love. It was sad then, knowing how much he’d lost and how much those pictures probably reminded him of that loss. If it was her in his place and it had been her spouse who had died, she would have taken all the pictures down.
Eric took a seat beside Debra, keeping his distance, looking into his steaming cup thoughtfully. She looked subdued, equally as thoughtful, and as nice as the night had turned out to be, he wasn’t in a hurry to break the silence.
“So, I’ve been thinking.”
Eric blinked. He could only imagine what was running through that brain of hers. “About what?”
Debra looked at Dr. Nelson. “I might regret this later, but I guess if you have no other choice, I’ll take care of David and Danny.”
Eric took a sip of his cocoa to conceal his smile. “You won’t regret it.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see.”
Debra glanced at the wall clock that could just barely be seen from Dr. Nelson’s kitchen and standing, she said, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Eric stood with her and as she walked to the door, he beat her to it and opened it for her. She tried to move by him, and was caught between his body and the frame of the door.
Eric noticed when he’d made the mistake, but then it was too late and he was much too conscious of Debra. Before he had to hear her say something, he squeezed by her. Her face was blushed deeply, her cheeks looking as if they were on fire.
“I’m sorry,” Eric said, hoping that it would be enough to deflect from the faint blush on his face.
Debra swallowed, forcing herself not pay attention to the attraction there seemed to be floating between herself and Dr. Nelson. She straightened and said, hovering between the frame of the door and the outside, “Drop them off by the B and B in the morning, and I’ll have whatever they need ready. We can take a walk to the school, it’s not far.”
As Debra moved off, Eric goofily waved goodbye to