Patricia Johns - The Rancher's City Girl

Mr. Bessler let out a soft grunt as she helped him to his feet. He shuffled the few steps to the bed and sank into it with a deep sigh.

“Comfortable?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Good.” She moved his wheelchair to a convenient spot out of the way. “Robert, this trip is for you and your relationship with your son. I don’t want you to forget that.”

“That’s baloney.” A smile twitched at his thin lips.

“You need to tell me if there is anything I can do to help you. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Oh, Red.” Tenderness entered the old man’s voice. “Young people are so naive. But life is shorter than you’d think. Don’t waste time.”

Eloise stopped short, surprised at this sudden gentleness from her short-tempered patient.

“Do you think I’m wasting time?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said bluntly.

“What should I be doing differently?” she asked as she pulled the blankets over her patient.

“Living.”

“I suppose we all do that in our own ways,” she replied.

“No, we all stall and avoid getting close to people in our own ways,” he replied drowsily. “Take a few chances, Red. When you get to my age, you don’t want any regrets.”

The old man shut his eyes and exhaled a slow breath. Eloise stood silently, her patient’s medication sheet in her hands. Warm sunlight pooled on the floor next to the bed, and outside the window, a rabbit ventured onto the lawn, nose twitching. Was Eloise stalling? Was she avoiding?

The rabbit scampered away. With a sigh, she turned back toward the door.

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