can't treat her like a child." She sighed. "I better get back with the aspirin. I wouldn't want her to think we're out here talking about her."
"Since when is it wrong to care about someone?" Hannah wanted to know. "I don't get upset when someone does that with me."
"You mean like you immediately listened to us when we wanted you to go to doctor the other day when the baby was kicking under your ribs?" Jenny asked her as she held a glass under the running faucet,
Hannah sighed. "You had to bring that up, didn't you?"
Jenny added some ice to the glass of water and returned to Phoebe's room.
Her grandmother sat up when Jenny entered the room. She took the aspirin and drained the glass of water. "I'll be fine after my nap."
Jenny wasn't so sure about that but she stayed silent. "I think I'll stick around and help Hannah with some cleaning. You let me know if you need anything."
Nodding, Phoebe lay down and Jenny could hear her deep, even breathing before she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She went in search of Hannah and found her sweeping the floor in the living room. Or rather, Hannah was leaning against the wall and wiping her brow.
"Hot work," she said with a sigh when Jenny entered the room. "Pregnancy and late summer don't mix well."
Jenny reached for the broom but Hannah kept her hold on it. "Sit down and put your feet up. I can finish this."
"No, it's my house. You have enough to do."
For a minute they wrestled with the broom and then they stopped and stared at each other. Jenny was the first to burst into laughter and then Hannah joined her.
"Here, you win," said Hannah, wiping her eyes. "Far be it from me to keep you from your housecleaning mania." She sank down onto the sofa and sighed as she put her feet up.
"I know it's not easy being pregnant right now. Maybe it never is, no matter what season it is when you get close to delivery. I thought I'd stick around and help you while Phoebe naps, see how she's feeling when she wakes up. I'm wondering if I should take her to see the doctor."
"You think it's more than a cold, too."
Jenny nodded. "I do."
As if on cue, they heard Phoebe coughing.
"She sounds worse than last night," Hannah said.
Jenny swept faster. "I'm going to do the kitchen, too. You stay right there."
"I'll owe you."
Jenny turned so Hannah wouldn't see her wince. Everyone just seemed to assume she would get pregnant. What were they thinking? Hannah knew as much as Phoebe about her injuries, about what the doctors had said about possible repercussions with the internal injuries; Jenny's doctor had said only time would tell if she could get pregnant.
As Jenny swept the kitchen, she kept hearing Phoebe's coughing and wondered if she was getting any rest at all. She had her answer when Phoebe opened the door and peered out. Her eyes were glassy and her face flushed. "Where is Hannah?"
"In the living room resting. Did you need her?"
"No, I don't want to take a chance of getting her sick in her condition. I was going to get a glass of water in the kitchen."
Jenny touched Phoebe's forehead. It felt hotter than before. "I'll get the water for you but let's take your temp again first."
It had gone up another degree.
"Grandmother, I think it's time we took you to see the doctor."
The older woman opened her mouth, then closed it. She walked over to the bed and sat. "Fine."
Like her grandmother saying she'd take a nap in the middle of the day, her acquiescence was totally unexpected.
Jenny rushed to the other room and found Hannah staring at the ceiling as she lay on the sofa. "I can't sleep," she complained. "I keep thinking of all the things I need to do."
"You can call Phoebe's doctor and tell him we're bringing her in."
Hannah sat up. "She's worse?"
"And she agreed to go. That scares me. I expected to have an argument."
"
Ya.
I would have, too. I'll go call now."
Jenny returned to her grandmother's room and found her still sitting in the same place.
"I'm going
"Since when is it wrong to care about someone?" Hannah wanted to know. "I don't get upset when someone does that with me."
"You mean like you immediately listened to us when we wanted you to go to doctor the other day when the baby was kicking under your ribs?" Jenny asked her as she held a glass under the running faucet,
Hannah sighed. "You had to bring that up, didn't you?"
Jenny added some ice to the glass of water and returned to Phoebe's room.
Her grandmother sat up when Jenny entered the room. She took the aspirin and drained the glass of water. "I'll be fine after my nap."
Jenny wasn't so sure about that but she stayed silent. "I think I'll stick around and help Hannah with some cleaning. You let me know if you need anything."
Nodding, Phoebe lay down and Jenny could hear her deep, even breathing before she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She went in search of Hannah and found her sweeping the floor in the living room. Or rather, Hannah was leaning against the wall and wiping her brow.
"Hot work," she said with a sigh when Jenny entered the room. "Pregnancy and late summer don't mix well."
Jenny reached for the broom but Hannah kept her hold on it. "Sit down and put your feet up. I can finish this."
"No, it's my house. You have enough to do."
For a minute they wrestled with the broom and then they stopped and stared at each other. Jenny was the first to burst into laughter and then Hannah joined her.
"Here, you win," said Hannah, wiping her eyes. "Far be it from me to keep you from your housecleaning mania." She sank down onto the sofa and sighed as she put her feet up.
"I know it's not easy being pregnant right now. Maybe it never is, no matter what season it is when you get close to delivery. I thought I'd stick around and help you while Phoebe naps, see how she's feeling when she wakes up. I'm wondering if I should take her to see the doctor."
"You think it's more than a cold, too."
Jenny nodded. "I do."
As if on cue, they heard Phoebe coughing.
"She sounds worse than last night," Hannah said.
Jenny swept faster. "I'm going to do the kitchen, too. You stay right there."
"I'll owe you."
Jenny turned so Hannah wouldn't see her wince. Everyone just seemed to assume she would get pregnant. What were they thinking? Hannah knew as much as Phoebe about her injuries, about what the doctors had said about possible repercussions with the internal injuries; Jenny's doctor had said only time would tell if she could get pregnant.
As Jenny swept the kitchen, she kept hearing Phoebe's coughing and wondered if she was getting any rest at all. She had her answer when Phoebe opened the door and peered out. Her eyes were glassy and her face flushed. "Where is Hannah?"
"In the living room resting. Did you need her?"
"No, I don't want to take a chance of getting her sick in her condition. I was going to get a glass of water in the kitchen."
Jenny touched Phoebe's forehead. It felt hotter than before. "I'll get the water for you but let's take your temp again first."
It had gone up another degree.
"Grandmother, I think it's time we took you to see the doctor."
The older woman opened her mouth, then closed it. She walked over to the bed and sat. "Fine."
Like her grandmother saying she'd take a nap in the middle of the day, her acquiescence was totally unexpected.
Jenny rushed to the other room and found Hannah staring at the ceiling as she lay on the sofa. "I can't sleep," she complained. "I keep thinking of all the things I need to do."
"You can call Phoebe's doctor and tell him we're bringing her in."
Hannah sat up. "She's worse?"
"And she agreed to go. That scares me. I expected to have an argument."
"
Ya.
I would have, too. I'll go call now."
Jenny returned to her grandmother's room and found her still sitting in the same place.
"I'm going
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