Maureen had been pretty much a silent third wheel in the Steele residence. She'd been nursing her sister, Rosie, with all the kind professionalism that you'd excpect from the most experienced RN. Whenever Rosie would fret or fuss, there was Maureen with a soft, comforting word and a cool rag for Rosie's head.
She had to work around Dakota. He was ever present, holding Rosie's hand. Maureen could hear him speaking to Rosie, but the moment she entered the room he would clam up. His words were for his wife alone.
Mo would never speak an unkind word and she never thought of placing blame of the current situation on anybody. She'd smile for her brother in law and pat his shoulder comfortingly. He obviously loved her sister and Mo was glad of that. Rosie needed all the love and support she could get right now.
The coffee pot was working overtime during this stressful time. Taking care of Rosie and dealing with the catering service were both full time jobs and Mo certainly found the need for two or three cups of coffee during the day to keep her going.
In the mornings, after washing Rosie up and feeding her some soup, Mo would slip out of the house and go for long walks. Mostly she'd go to the marketplace and pick up a few things that were needed.
And so it went, then three days after her coming to visit, Rosie's fever finally broke. She was still weak as a kitten, but the whimpering, the screams at night and the crying were done.
She had to work around Dakota. He was ever present, holding Rosie's hand. Maureen could hear him speaking to Rosie, but the moment she entered the room he would clam up. His words were for his wife alone.
Mo would never speak an unkind word and she never thought of placing blame of the current situation on anybody. She'd smile for her brother in law and pat his shoulder comfortingly. He obviously loved her sister and Mo was glad of that. Rosie needed all the love and support she could get right now.
The coffee pot was working overtime during this stressful time. Taking care of Rosie and dealing with the catering service were both full time jobs and Mo certainly found the need for two or three cups of coffee during the day to keep her going.
In the mornings, after washing Rosie up and feeding her some soup, Mo would slip out of the house and go for long walks. Mostly she'd go to the marketplace and pick up a few things that were needed.
And so it went, then three days after her coming to visit, Rosie's fever finally broke. She was still weak as a kitten, but the whimpering, the screams at night and the crying were done.