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hours. Most people who talked to them were very excited about it, and they started making a list of the types of baked goods people in the town wanted.
Through it all, Millie constantly worried that Connor wished it had been Berta to come to him instead of her. Oh, she knew he enjoyed their time in bed together, but he'd have enjoyed time there with Berta as well. And Berta would have been a great deal better in the kitchen.
She knew she needed to do something to show him how good she was at helping people, and that she wasn't inferior to Berta. She wasn't even inferior to the perfect Berta who lived in his head.
It was while she was in the lobby of the hotel one evening that it came to her. Poor Widow Sanders had two small children, and her husband had been killed by someone trying to steal their land just a few months before. She sat one evening and talked to the widow for hours, working the details of her plan out in her mind. "Will you come to lunch at the restaurant tomorrow?" she asked. "Come around two, and I'll feed the children in the kitchen so you can have a nice quiet meal for a change. "
John Bennett was there just before two every afternoon for his lunch, and Millie was convinced he and Widow Sanders would be perfect for one another. John wanted a wife. Widow Sanders needed a husband and father for her children. Her boys were five and seven, and they were the wildest , most out of control boys Millie had ever seen. Of course, she thought of John Bennett when she looked at them.
"Yes," Mary Sanders responded, nodding. "I'd be happy to do that." She seemed pleased at the invitation.
Millie thought the other woman looked terribly tired all the time, and she wanted to help her, so she decided to make her a project.
It would work out perfectly, just like all her plans did. Look how her plan to come to Idaho and marry him had worked out. She'd done well. She was happy to have found a way to show Connor that he'd been right to marry her. He would sing her praises once she found a good husband for the sweet widow.
Chapter Six
Connor asked why Millie was watching the Sanders children that afternoon, but didn't have a problem with it even though he never got a straight answer. When she fed them chicken and dumplings, and the boys actually stayed put instead of tearing up his kitchen, he really didn't mind. When he'd first seen her bring them into the kitchen, he'd been skeptical about whether they'd sit still and behave.
She served their two guests at the same table, waiting for them to strike up a conversation and become friends. She was certain the two would be engaged before dessert and married before the day was out, and then everyone would be singing her praises. It didn't quite work out as she'd planned, though.
By dessert the two were standing up and yelling at one another. It seemed that John thought that now she had no husband, Mary Sanders should sell him her ranch for pennies on the dollar so he could add it to his own sprawling acres. Mary, for her part, thought that John should stay on his land and her land should be left for her boys.
When Millie carried their dessert into the dining room, she quickly put the pie down and rushed between them. "Oh, no, you mustn't fight! Don't you see? You two would be perfect for each other. John needs a wife, and you need a husband and father for your sweet boys." Millie hated to have to point out how brilliant her plan was to them. Why hadn't they seen it on their own?
"Sweet boys?" John bellowed. "Those two think throwing rocks at old women on their way to church is a good way to pass a Sunday morning. They're hellions and need to be beaten!"
"Don't you call my boys names, John Bennett! I seem to recall you playing terrible pranks on everyone when you were a boy."
"That doesn't mean that I don't now see that it wasn't the right thing to do! Those boys need to be taken in
Through it all, Millie constantly worried that Connor wished it had been Berta to come to him instead of her. Oh, she knew he enjoyed their time in bed together, but he'd have enjoyed time there with Berta as well. And Berta would have been a great deal better in the kitchen.
She knew she needed to do something to show him how good she was at helping people, and that she wasn't inferior to Berta. She wasn't even inferior to the perfect Berta who lived in his head.
It was while she was in the lobby of the hotel one evening that it came to her. Poor Widow Sanders had two small children, and her husband had been killed by someone trying to steal their land just a few months before. She sat one evening and talked to the widow for hours, working the details of her plan out in her mind. "Will you come to lunch at the restaurant tomorrow?" she asked. "Come around two, and I'll feed the children in the kitchen so you can have a nice quiet meal for a change. "
John Bennett was there just before two every afternoon for his lunch, and Millie was convinced he and Widow Sanders would be perfect for one another. John wanted a wife. Widow Sanders needed a husband and father for her children. Her boys were five and seven, and they were the wildest , most out of control boys Millie had ever seen. Of course, she thought of John Bennett when she looked at them.
"Yes," Mary Sanders responded, nodding. "I'd be happy to do that." She seemed pleased at the invitation.
Millie thought the other woman looked terribly tired all the time, and she wanted to help her, so she decided to make her a project.
It would work out perfectly, just like all her plans did. Look how her plan to come to Idaho and marry him had worked out. She'd done well. She was happy to have found a way to show Connor that he'd been right to marry her. He would sing her praises once she found a good husband for the sweet widow.
Chapter Six
Connor asked why Millie was watching the Sanders children that afternoon, but didn't have a problem with it even though he never got a straight answer. When she fed them chicken and dumplings, and the boys actually stayed put instead of tearing up his kitchen, he really didn't mind. When he'd first seen her bring them into the kitchen, he'd been skeptical about whether they'd sit still and behave.
She served their two guests at the same table, waiting for them to strike up a conversation and become friends. She was certain the two would be engaged before dessert and married before the day was out, and then everyone would be singing her praises. It didn't quite work out as she'd planned, though.
By dessert the two were standing up and yelling at one another. It seemed that John thought that now she had no husband, Mary Sanders should sell him her ranch for pennies on the dollar so he could add it to his own sprawling acres. Mary, for her part, thought that John should stay on his land and her land should be left for her boys.
When Millie carried their dessert into the dining room, she quickly put the pie down and rushed between them. "Oh, no, you mustn't fight! Don't you see? You two would be perfect for each other. John needs a wife, and you need a husband and father for your sweet boys." Millie hated to have to point out how brilliant her plan was to them. Why hadn't they seen it on their own?
"Sweet boys?" John bellowed. "Those two think throwing rocks at old women on their way to church is a good way to pass a Sunday morning. They're hellions and need to be beaten!"
"Don't you call my boys names, John Bennett! I seem to recall you playing terrible pranks on everyone when you were a boy."
"That doesn't mean that I don't now see that it wasn't the right thing to do! Those boys need to be taken in
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