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daughter?” Mrs. Lester asked with more than a hint of outrage.
“To the kitchen. She needs help.”
“She needs the help of a doctor, not a storekeeper,” Mr. Lester huffed as he followed behind. Ignoring all the comments and the stares of the other diners, Michael strode to the kitchen, Heidi clutched in his arms struggling to breathe. The Lesters and Mrs. Manfred followed, shouting orders and making demands.
“Get me a bowl of boiling water and the largest cloth you have,” Michael called over his shoulder to Honey as he set Heidi on a chair and instructed her to raise her hands above her head. He went down on one knee alongside her, leaned close, and spoke quietly into her ear again. He rubbed circles on her back as Mr. Lester continued to bellow.
Michael peered over his shoulder from his spot on the floor and spoke in a quiet, firm voice, fixing his gaze directly on Mr. Lester. “Please leave.”
Mr. Lester’s face grew a deeper red. “I will not leave. She’s my daughter, and I insist we send for a doctor before she collapses.”
Michael stood and, continuing to rub Heidi’s back, glared at the three morons making the situation worse. “I will say this once more, and then I will escort you from the premises. Either keep quiet or leave us. I’ve treated asthma before.”
Mrs. Lester linked her arm in her husband’s. He attempted to wrench free, but she held on. “Harold, fetch a doctor. You know all this uproar is not good for Heidi.”
He adjusted his jacket and addressed his wife. “I will go. But you stay here and safeguard our daughter.”
“If you two intend to stay, you are to be quiet.” Michael spoke as he moved the bowl of steaming water toward Heidi, then eased her head down. Once again he placed a towel over her head, creating a tent, and continued to rub her back and talk quietly to her. “Where is the packet of Belladonna I gave you?”
“Home,” Heidi gasped.
“All right. Just relax.” He caught Honey’s attention. She stood nearby watching Heidi carefully. “Miss Honey, can you come here and do what I’m doing? Rub her back and keep the towel over her head?”
“I will see to my daughter.” Mrs. Lester stepped forward and calmly placed her hand on Heidi’s shoulder. “Just show me what to do, Mr. Henderson.”
Michael gave her a quick rundown on what to do and then left, noting the kitchen staff, having forgotten their duties, eagerly watched the drama.
His long legs ate up the distance between the coffee shop and his store. He unlocked the door and hurried to his work table, where he shook powder onto a piece of paper, then folded and tucked the medicine into his pocket.
When Michael returned to the coffee shop kitchen, Mrs. Manfred stood apart from Mrs. Lester as she continued to minister to Heidi. It pleased him to see the woman kneeling as he had done and whispering softly in her daughter’s ear. He hunkered down on Heidi’s other side and sprinkled the powder into the hot water. “Breath slowly, Heidi. As your lungs begin to open, take deeper breaths.”
Heidi nodded and followed his instructions. Within minutes the sound of her wheezing diminished and her muscles relaxed. His own muscles eased at the same time.
Mr. Lester burst into the room with Dr. Kane trailing behind him.
“You didn’t tell me Michael Henderson was treating her.” Dr. Kane glared at Mr. Lester and dropped his medical bag on the floor.
Heidi’s papa sneered. “Treating her? He’s no doctor.”
“No, he’s not, but he knows more about treating asthma than I do.”
Mrs. Lester rose and moved to her husband as the doctor took her place next to Heidi. He glanced across her lap toward Michael. “Belladonna?”
Michael nodded. He took the towel off Heidi, and helped her to sit back. Although her breathing seemed better, she remained pale, and dark circles appeared under her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered closed and lines of fatigue emerged on her face.
“After you’ve
“To the kitchen. She needs help.”
“She needs the help of a doctor, not a storekeeper,” Mr. Lester huffed as he followed behind. Ignoring all the comments and the stares of the other diners, Michael strode to the kitchen, Heidi clutched in his arms struggling to breathe. The Lesters and Mrs. Manfred followed, shouting orders and making demands.
“Get me a bowl of boiling water and the largest cloth you have,” Michael called over his shoulder to Honey as he set Heidi on a chair and instructed her to raise her hands above her head. He went down on one knee alongside her, leaned close, and spoke quietly into her ear again. He rubbed circles on her back as Mr. Lester continued to bellow.
Michael peered over his shoulder from his spot on the floor and spoke in a quiet, firm voice, fixing his gaze directly on Mr. Lester. “Please leave.”
Mr. Lester’s face grew a deeper red. “I will not leave. She’s my daughter, and I insist we send for a doctor before she collapses.”
Michael stood and, continuing to rub Heidi’s back, glared at the three morons making the situation worse. “I will say this once more, and then I will escort you from the premises. Either keep quiet or leave us. I’ve treated asthma before.”
Mrs. Lester linked her arm in her husband’s. He attempted to wrench free, but she held on. “Harold, fetch a doctor. You know all this uproar is not good for Heidi.”
He adjusted his jacket and addressed his wife. “I will go. But you stay here and safeguard our daughter.”
“If you two intend to stay, you are to be quiet.” Michael spoke as he moved the bowl of steaming water toward Heidi, then eased her head down. Once again he placed a towel over her head, creating a tent, and continued to rub her back and talk quietly to her. “Where is the packet of Belladonna I gave you?”
“Home,” Heidi gasped.
“All right. Just relax.” He caught Honey’s attention. She stood nearby watching Heidi carefully. “Miss Honey, can you come here and do what I’m doing? Rub her back and keep the towel over her head?”
“I will see to my daughter.” Mrs. Lester stepped forward and calmly placed her hand on Heidi’s shoulder. “Just show me what to do, Mr. Henderson.”
Michael gave her a quick rundown on what to do and then left, noting the kitchen staff, having forgotten their duties, eagerly watched the drama.
His long legs ate up the distance between the coffee shop and his store. He unlocked the door and hurried to his work table, where he shook powder onto a piece of paper, then folded and tucked the medicine into his pocket.
When Michael returned to the coffee shop kitchen, Mrs. Manfred stood apart from Mrs. Lester as she continued to minister to Heidi. It pleased him to see the woman kneeling as he had done and whispering softly in her daughter’s ear. He hunkered down on Heidi’s other side and sprinkled the powder into the hot water. “Breath slowly, Heidi. As your lungs begin to open, take deeper breaths.”
Heidi nodded and followed his instructions. Within minutes the sound of her wheezing diminished and her muscles relaxed. His own muscles eased at the same time.
Mr. Lester burst into the room with Dr. Kane trailing behind him.
“You didn’t tell me Michael Henderson was treating her.” Dr. Kane glared at Mr. Lester and dropped his medical bag on the floor.
Heidi’s papa sneered. “Treating her? He’s no doctor.”
“No, he’s not, but he knows more about treating asthma than I do.”
Mrs. Lester rose and moved to her husband as the doctor took her place next to Heidi. He glanced across her lap toward Michael. “Belladonna?”
Michael nodded. He took the towel off Heidi, and helped her to sit back. Although her breathing seemed better, she remained pale, and dark circles appeared under her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered closed and lines of fatigue emerged on her face.
“After you’ve
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