dollies need a mommy.”
“You can be the mother,” Laurie said, her voice catching. She swiped at her eye with the back of a hand. Dollies weren’t the only ones who needed a mommy.
The morning passed in record time, with Beth enchanting Laurie with her precocious wit and insights.
As they used forks to press peanut-butter-cookie dough onto a cookie sheet, Beth paused and grimaced. “My head hurts again.”
Laurie glanced up. Tears welling in the little girl’s eyes convinced her the child’s complaint was real. “Again?”
Beth nodded. “It hurts bad.”
“Did you bump it?”
Beth shook her head. “It just hurts sometimes.”
Laurie glanced out the window. Cole wasn’t around to ask, but she wanted to give the child some relief. “Does your daddy know about the headaches?”
Beth nodded, her lip quivering. “He gives me medicine, but it tastes yucky.”
“What kind of medicine?”
“The purple stuff.” Beth pointed toward the top of the refrigerator. “It’s up there.”
When Laurie reached for the half-empty bottle, she read the label. Grape-flavored children’s non-aspirin pain reliever. As Beth began to whimper, Laurie checked the dosage. What would it hurt? She hated to see the girl in such obvious pain.
Taking the small, plastic measuring cup that had been placed beside the bottle, Laurie poured the proper amount and gave it to Beth. For a moment, she worried that she might have overstepped her boundaries, but when Beth continued to whine, Laurie decided she hadn’t.
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