lethargic, but relatively coherent. After I had him settled, I stepped out of the room for a moment to deposit his wet clothing and blankets into the second floor laundry room, all the while keeping my eyes out for any sign of Lucilla or Nathaniel.
When I returned, Cash had fallen asleep. His breathing was nice and easy, but I still had concerns and I made a phone call to his doctor.
The first question Dr. Lazaro asked was, “Did he sneak out again?”
“Sneak out? He just had surgery, remember? I doubt that he went anywhere.” What an odd question to ask.
Dr. Lazaro cleared his throat. “You're right. I just never know when it comes to Cash. He is a stubborn one. Doctor's orders are not his strong suit.”
It seemed to me that there was a lot of secrecy around Cash. I'd have to find out why that was.
“Why aren't you with Cash?” Lucilla was carrying a basket of laundry up the stairs.
I explained that I'd just stepped out to speak to his physician.
Lucilla abandoned the basket and immediately rushed into his room.
“He's asleep,” I warned her, but that didn't stop her.
“Cash, what's wrong? Why didn't you tell me that you weren't feeling well? Wake up. We have to get you into an ice bath. You're burning up.” Lucilla urged him.
“No, you don't. I'm going to follow the doctor's orders,” I told her. “He needs to take a fever reducer every four hours and drink plenty of fluids.”
“But, he's just a baby. His body won't be able to take that fever.” Lucilla touched her lips to his forehead. I had to stifle a giggle, because I'd seen that done thousands of times and had done it myself over the years. Call it mother's intuition or an old wive's tale, we all had our own methods of diagnosing when a loved one was ill.
Cash opened his eyes for a moment and grinned at Lucilla. I could see that their bond was strong. I quietly went about my duties, making notes of his current state.
That's so sweet , I thought as I watched her tend to him.
Lucilla voice bellowed out. “I've raised this child since he was an infant. He's like one of my own. Look, I don't know why Sir Rich hired you, other than to say because he was trying to impress little what's her name, but we did well on our own here before you got here. I know Cash. I know what he likes. I know his routine. Maybe this was a bad idea. In fact, I know it was a bad idea. I'm going to take a stand. Besides, after what happened, who knows what the financial situation will be around here. Maybe, it's just time for you to go.”
Did she just fire me?
Cash's eyes popped open. “Why are you yelling at her? I like her.”
Thank God someone liked me!
Lucilla looked at him and sighed. “I'm just saying that some things are going to have to change, but when it comes to Cash, I am in charge, not you. Please, remember that you work for him, not the other way around.”
“I don't understand. What did I do wrong? All I wanted to do was to make sure that he was fine. I called the doctor. That's my job.” I said firmly. Holding my ground would be paramount in this situation.
She got up and walked out of the room, slamming it behind her.
“You're in trouble,” Cash teased before closing his eyes again.
*
I prepared Cash's medications and tidied up his room while he slept. His fever had gone down pretty quickly. That, I was glad for.
I'd done all I could to keep myself occupied and out of Lucilla's way, not even leaving to take a break. That was my plan of attack for the entire time I'd be under Nathaniel's employ.
The once quiet house was soon filled with noise, coming from downstairs. I heard the doorbell ring several times and listened as a new voice entered the conversation.
Who is that? Police?
Soon, Nathaniel walked into the room. “Mercy, may I see you for a moment?”
He didn't so much as glance at his sleeping grandson. I
When I returned, Cash had fallen asleep. His breathing was nice and easy, but I still had concerns and I made a phone call to his doctor.
The first question Dr. Lazaro asked was, “Did he sneak out again?”
“Sneak out? He just had surgery, remember? I doubt that he went anywhere.” What an odd question to ask.
Dr. Lazaro cleared his throat. “You're right. I just never know when it comes to Cash. He is a stubborn one. Doctor's orders are not his strong suit.”
It seemed to me that there was a lot of secrecy around Cash. I'd have to find out why that was.
“Why aren't you with Cash?” Lucilla was carrying a basket of laundry up the stairs.
I explained that I'd just stepped out to speak to his physician.
Lucilla abandoned the basket and immediately rushed into his room.
“He's asleep,” I warned her, but that didn't stop her.
“Cash, what's wrong? Why didn't you tell me that you weren't feeling well? Wake up. We have to get you into an ice bath. You're burning up.” Lucilla urged him.
“No, you don't. I'm going to follow the doctor's orders,” I told her. “He needs to take a fever reducer every four hours and drink plenty of fluids.”
“But, he's just a baby. His body won't be able to take that fever.” Lucilla touched her lips to his forehead. I had to stifle a giggle, because I'd seen that done thousands of times and had done it myself over the years. Call it mother's intuition or an old wive's tale, we all had our own methods of diagnosing when a loved one was ill.
Cash opened his eyes for a moment and grinned at Lucilla. I could see that their bond was strong. I quietly went about my duties, making notes of his current state.
That's so sweet , I thought as I watched her tend to him.
Lucilla voice bellowed out. “I've raised this child since he was an infant. He's like one of my own. Look, I don't know why Sir Rich hired you, other than to say because he was trying to impress little what's her name, but we did well on our own here before you got here. I know Cash. I know what he likes. I know his routine. Maybe this was a bad idea. In fact, I know it was a bad idea. I'm going to take a stand. Besides, after what happened, who knows what the financial situation will be around here. Maybe, it's just time for you to go.”
Did she just fire me?
Cash's eyes popped open. “Why are you yelling at her? I like her.”
Thank God someone liked me!
Lucilla looked at him and sighed. “I'm just saying that some things are going to have to change, but when it comes to Cash, I am in charge, not you. Please, remember that you work for him, not the other way around.”
“I don't understand. What did I do wrong? All I wanted to do was to make sure that he was fine. I called the doctor. That's my job.” I said firmly. Holding my ground would be paramount in this situation.
She got up and walked out of the room, slamming it behind her.
“You're in trouble,” Cash teased before closing his eyes again.
*
I prepared Cash's medications and tidied up his room while he slept. His fever had gone down pretty quickly. That, I was glad for.
I'd done all I could to keep myself occupied and out of Lucilla's way, not even leaving to take a break. That was my plan of attack for the entire time I'd be under Nathaniel's employ.
The once quiet house was soon filled with noise, coming from downstairs. I heard the doorbell ring several times and listened as a new voice entered the conversation.
Who is that? Police?
Soon, Nathaniel walked into the room. “Mercy, may I see you for a moment?”
He didn't so much as glance at his sleeping grandson. I
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