Cedar Woman (160 page)

Kneeli
n
g
i
n
fr
ont
of
a
l
a
r
g
e,
s
q
uare
coffee
table,
situa
t
ed
in
t
h
e ceda
r
-p
a
n
el
e
d
fa
m
i
ly
roo
m
,
L
og
a
n
li
f
t
e
d
t
h
e
hi
n
g
ed d
o
or
w
h
ich
se
r
v
e
d
as one
half
of
t
h
e
table
top,
ex
t
r
acting
dr
a
w
ing
p
a
per
a
nd
cra
yo
n
s.
Kel
l
y n
ud
g
ed him
again,
a
n
d
L
og
a
n scratch
e
d b
e
h
i
nd h
e
r
e
a
r
a
b
s
e
nt-
m
indedl
y
.

“
Just a
m
i
nu
t
e,
Ke
lly
,
I ne
e
d
t
o do
t
h
i
s.”

L
o
gan
clos
e
d
t
h
e
lid
and
a
r
r
a
ng
e
d
his
s
u
p
p
l
ies,
i
n
tent
on
f
inishi
n
g h
i
s dr
a
w
in
g b
e
f
o
re
S
h
e
rri
a
n
d H
a
ppy
a
rr
i
ve
d
.

Logan want
e
d
to
col
o
r
N
u
rse
M
aren
g
o
.
Her i
m
age
was
vi
v
id
in
his
m
ind,
and
he
want
e
d
to
c
a
p
t
ure
it.
T
h
e
b
o
ne
g
raft
s
u
r
g
er
y
was
t
h
e
w
o
r
s
t

one
he
’
d
been
t
h
r
ou
gh
s
o
f
a
r,
and
t
h
e
i
m
ages,
s
o
un
d
s,
a
nd
s
m
ells
were still
v
i
v
id
in
h
i
s
m
i
nd
.

He
re
m
e
m
b
ered
wa
k
ing
up
in
a
b
ig
ro
o
m
bu
stling
with
p
eo
p
le,
a

lit
t
le
bo
y
i
n
t
h
e
b
e
d
n
e
x
t
to
h
im
b
e
g
i
nn
i
n
g
to
cry,
h
is
h
ead
was co
m
p
l
e
t
e
l
y
cover
e
d
i
n
ba
nd
ages, a
n
d L
o
gan
wo
nd
e
r
e
d
w
h
at he had endured.

L
o
ga
n
’s
hip
h
u
rt! It
h
u
rt
s
o
b
a
d,
an
d
his
lip
hu
rt. He
c
ou
l
d
feel stitc
h
es
h
an
g
i
n
g
d
o
wn
in
his
m
ou
t
h
.
He
m
o
a
n
ed,
and
a
n
u
rse was i
mm
ediately at
his
s
i
de.
T
h
en he
saw his
i
n
a.

“
Hey, Little Ma
n
. How are
y
o
u
?
”

L
o
gan
w
a
s
v
e
ry
g
l
ad
t
h
at
Ina
was
t
h
e
r
e
wh
e
n
he
wok
e
up.
He di
d
n
’t
w
a
nt
to
be
scar
e
d
.
He
was
a
m
an
after
all,
but
h
e
r
presence
he
l
p
e
d him
to
stay
br
a
v
e. He
w
a
s
grateful.

He
fell
asleep,
and
t
h
e
n
e
xt
t
h
ing
he
k
n
e
w,
h
e
was
in
a
no
t
h
er
r
oo
m
, and
a
nu
r
se
w
as
b
e
nd
i
ng
ov
er
hi
m
.
She
h
ad
l
on
g
,
da
r
k
,
wavy
hair
an
d i
n
cre
d
i
b
le
green
eyes.
B
u
t
,
t
h
e
t
h
ing
h
e
no
ticed
t
h
e
m
o
st
was
h
er earri
n
g
s
.
O
n
e
was
a fla
m
ingo
a
n
d
t
h
e o
t
h
e
r was
a ti
g
e
r
!
Logan
bli
n
k
e
d h
i
s
e
y
es,
s
u
re
t
h
at
he
was
s
e
eing
t
h
i
ng
s
.
Toss
in
g
h
e
r
he
a
d
,
a
n
d
m
ak
in
g the earrings
d
a
nce,
N
u
rse
Ma
re
ng
o
laug
h
e
d
:

“
You lik
e
?
”

Logan s
m
iled
at the fasc
i
n
ating wo
m
an and
m
u
r
m
ured, “Your
earrin
g
s d
o
n’t
m
atc
h
,
e
nn
it.”