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as he pointed to her arm.
Pamela looked at her arm and seemed amazed by what she found there. “Oh, one of the baby squirrels was running all over me this morning. Their nails are really sharp when they are young. I’m always getting scratched up.”
“Isn’t that a little dangerous for you considering your lupus? It’s an immune system disorder, right? So shouldn’t you try and protect yourself from diseases?”
Pamela gave a frustrated sigh as she reached for some broccoli. “I know I should be more careful. Sometimes the scratches get infected, mostly from the raccoons. Their scratches are the worst for me. If I have problems, I notify my doctor and he calls something in to the pharmacy for me.” She rolled her eyes. “But only after he has given me a long lecture about why I should quit rehabbing.”
“That would be enough to stop a lot of other people with lupus,” he argued.
She shoved the broccoli into the refrigerator. “When I was first diagnosed, I spent a lot of time on the computer doing research, even joined a couple of support groups, but all that did was constantly remind me of my lupus. I didn’t want to be one of those people who spent every waking moment obsessing about their condition. I decided I needed something else to occupy my mind.”
Daniel glanced around the barn. “And this is what you found?”
She walked over to a box of romaine lettuce. “I love what I do, and it keeps me going,” she affirmed. “I don’t jump motorcycles over cars, get blown out of a cannon twice a day, or break horses. I think what I do is pretty tame compared to others.” She picked up the box and moved back to the refrigerator.
Daniel patted the refrigerator door. “You need another one of these.”
She placed the box of romaine lettuce on the floor next to his feet. “I need two more. It’s on my to-do list.”
Daniel took in the six-stall horse barn. There was a large tack room next to him, where Pamela had stored several garbage tins filled with seeds and corn. The refrigerators were located outside of the tack room door. She had hay piled up in one stall and old wood planks in another. In a third stall, she had a selection of power tools spread out on a makeshift table. In another were several wire cages piled one on top of the other.
“What do you use this place for?” he asked.
Pamela followed his eyes around the barn. ”Storage for the time being. I would like one day to take out all of the stalls and turn this place into the nursery, medical ward, and food prep site. To do that I would have to knock out all the stalls, divide it into separate areas with walls and sheetrock, add air and heat, as well as gut the disgusting bathroom next to the tack room to make it usable.” She shrugged as she turned back to Daniel. “It’s on my to-do list.”
Daniel shook his head. “That’s a long list.”
“You should have seen the place when I first took it over. I try to remove one thing a year from my list, but that is completely dependent on the amount of money it takes to fix whatever meltdowns may occur around here. One broken appliance that needs to be fixed, or worse, replaced, can really set me back.”
She finished putting the last of the romaine lettuce away and could feel Daniel’s eyes on her. Either she was becoming paranoid, or she could truly sense every time the man looked at her. The only problem was she was not sure what he was thinking when he did observe her. Normally, she could have cared less what someone like Daniel Phillips thought of her. But as she spent more time with him, she found herself becoming more obsessed with what he was thinking and why.
She wiped her hands on the back of her jeans and started picking up the empty boxes from the floor. Daniel stepped in and started helping her.
“What do you want to do with these?” he asked, holding an armload of boxes.
“Let’s take them out to the burn pile,” she instructed, heading to the barn
Pamela looked at her arm and seemed amazed by what she found there. “Oh, one of the baby squirrels was running all over me this morning. Their nails are really sharp when they are young. I’m always getting scratched up.”
“Isn’t that a little dangerous for you considering your lupus? It’s an immune system disorder, right? So shouldn’t you try and protect yourself from diseases?”
Pamela gave a frustrated sigh as she reached for some broccoli. “I know I should be more careful. Sometimes the scratches get infected, mostly from the raccoons. Their scratches are the worst for me. If I have problems, I notify my doctor and he calls something in to the pharmacy for me.” She rolled her eyes. “But only after he has given me a long lecture about why I should quit rehabbing.”
“That would be enough to stop a lot of other people with lupus,” he argued.
She shoved the broccoli into the refrigerator. “When I was first diagnosed, I spent a lot of time on the computer doing research, even joined a couple of support groups, but all that did was constantly remind me of my lupus. I didn’t want to be one of those people who spent every waking moment obsessing about their condition. I decided I needed something else to occupy my mind.”
Daniel glanced around the barn. “And this is what you found?”
She walked over to a box of romaine lettuce. “I love what I do, and it keeps me going,” she affirmed. “I don’t jump motorcycles over cars, get blown out of a cannon twice a day, or break horses. I think what I do is pretty tame compared to others.” She picked up the box and moved back to the refrigerator.
Daniel patted the refrigerator door. “You need another one of these.”
She placed the box of romaine lettuce on the floor next to his feet. “I need two more. It’s on my to-do list.”
Daniel took in the six-stall horse barn. There was a large tack room next to him, where Pamela had stored several garbage tins filled with seeds and corn. The refrigerators were located outside of the tack room door. She had hay piled up in one stall and old wood planks in another. In a third stall, she had a selection of power tools spread out on a makeshift table. In another were several wire cages piled one on top of the other.
“What do you use this place for?” he asked.
Pamela followed his eyes around the barn. ”Storage for the time being. I would like one day to take out all of the stalls and turn this place into the nursery, medical ward, and food prep site. To do that I would have to knock out all the stalls, divide it into separate areas with walls and sheetrock, add air and heat, as well as gut the disgusting bathroom next to the tack room to make it usable.” She shrugged as she turned back to Daniel. “It’s on my to-do list.”
Daniel shook his head. “That’s a long list.”
“You should have seen the place when I first took it over. I try to remove one thing a year from my list, but that is completely dependent on the amount of money it takes to fix whatever meltdowns may occur around here. One broken appliance that needs to be fixed, or worse, replaced, can really set me back.”
She finished putting the last of the romaine lettuce away and could feel Daniel’s eyes on her. Either she was becoming paranoid, or she could truly sense every time the man looked at her. The only problem was she was not sure what he was thinking when he did observe her. Normally, she could have cared less what someone like Daniel Phillips thought of her. But as she spent more time with him, she found herself becoming more obsessed with what he was thinking and why.
She wiped her hands on the back of her jeans and started picking up the empty boxes from the floor. Daniel stepped in and started helping her.
“What do you want to do with these?” he asked, holding an armload of boxes.
“Let’s take them out to the burn pile,” she instructed, heading to the barn
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