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at them until she heard the mother screaming at the youngster. It seemed that the argument had been going on for quite some time. The peace and beauty of the moment was completely destroyed by inept parents.
"I don't want little kids," Polly said.
"Especially not if they're like that."
She scowled. "Guessing it's not the kid's fault."
"Let's move on."
They passed the Garden of Eden and stopped at another overlook. The parking lot was completely empty. Polly jumped out to wander over to a rock formation when all of a sudden fifteen separate cars pulled in behind them. As people got out, it was obvious that no one knew anyone else. It had been a completely random stop for them all.
"We attract a crowd," Henry muttered.
"And look, more great parents."
This time, they couldn't understand the language the father was speaking as he attempted to cajole a three year old out of his car seat. The mother had taken off and was at least fifteen feet away from the vehicle, watching as the poor man tried everything in his power to handle the screaming toddler.
"That's just entertaining," Polly said.
"We might as well move on."
They drove in and around the park, stopping often in order to absorb yet one more gorgeous natural structure.
Polly breathed. "Would I ever get used to this if I lived out here? It's so overwhelming. I wish I had more time. I don't think I'm processing it all very well."
"I have a cousin who lives in Colorado and he got used to the mountains. But he says he'll never be able to live anywhere else, he'd miss them too much."
"I wouldn't want to get used to this."
"Do you suppose people would say the same things about flowing fields of corn in Iowa?"
She laughed out loud. "I doubt it, but you never know." This time Polly put her hand out on the console and waited for Henry to take it. "You know what? I miss my fields of black dirt and corn stubble."
"Me too." Henry pointed at a sign for bighorn sheep crossing. "I wonder how long we'd have to sit here and wait to see them."
"I haven't seen any wildlife on this trip. That seems weird. Signs kept telling us to watch for it and ... nothing. I see more wildlife in my back yard."
"Then it's time for us to go home."
They drove back into Moab after leaving the park. It was mid-afternoon and Henry asked, "Do you want something to eat before we head out?"
He stopped for sandwiches and Polly took out her phone. It was getting late in Iowa and she'd completely lost track of time. Her first call was to the hospital in Boone. The nurses on the floor recognized her right away and after a few minutes of conversation she was talking to Sandi, Sarah's nurse for the day. Sandi assured Polly that Sarah was getting the best care she could and that though she was critical right now, there was no need to believe that she was going to die.
Polly took a deep breath and dialed Sylvie's phone, hoping to talk to Rebecca.
"Hi there, Polly," Sylvie said. "Lydia says that the two of you talked this morning. Are you cutting your vacation short?"
"If it were Jason or Andrew, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would. I don't know why I should expect anything different from you. You're going to take such good care of that little girl. Where are you?"
"We're still in Moab, but we're heading home. I suspect we'll be in town tomorrow night at some point."
"Rebecca will be glad to see you. And so will your animals. I think Obiwan misses you a lot. He drags Andrew into the office every once in a while, looking for you."
"He's a good boy. Is Rebecca anywhere near so that I can talk to her?"
"She's upstairs with Jessie. Do you want me to go up?"
"Oh, it's later than I thought. What are you still doing at Sycamore House?"
"There's a family reunion tonight. Jessie is watching the kids."
"I'll just call her. Thanks, Sylvie."
"I love you, Polly. We'll see you tomorrow sometime."
Polly hung up and dialed Jessie's phone.
"Polly! How are you?" Jessie said.
"I'm doing okay. How are things
"I don't want little kids," Polly said.
"Especially not if they're like that."
She scowled. "Guessing it's not the kid's fault."
"Let's move on."
They passed the Garden of Eden and stopped at another overlook. The parking lot was completely empty. Polly jumped out to wander over to a rock formation when all of a sudden fifteen separate cars pulled in behind them. As people got out, it was obvious that no one knew anyone else. It had been a completely random stop for them all.
"We attract a crowd," Henry muttered.
"And look, more great parents."
This time, they couldn't understand the language the father was speaking as he attempted to cajole a three year old out of his car seat. The mother had taken off and was at least fifteen feet away from the vehicle, watching as the poor man tried everything in his power to handle the screaming toddler.
"That's just entertaining," Polly said.
"We might as well move on."
They drove in and around the park, stopping often in order to absorb yet one more gorgeous natural structure.
Polly breathed. "Would I ever get used to this if I lived out here? It's so overwhelming. I wish I had more time. I don't think I'm processing it all very well."
"I have a cousin who lives in Colorado and he got used to the mountains. But he says he'll never be able to live anywhere else, he'd miss them too much."
"I wouldn't want to get used to this."
"Do you suppose people would say the same things about flowing fields of corn in Iowa?"
She laughed out loud. "I doubt it, but you never know." This time Polly put her hand out on the console and waited for Henry to take it. "You know what? I miss my fields of black dirt and corn stubble."
"Me too." Henry pointed at a sign for bighorn sheep crossing. "I wonder how long we'd have to sit here and wait to see them."
"I haven't seen any wildlife on this trip. That seems weird. Signs kept telling us to watch for it and ... nothing. I see more wildlife in my back yard."
"Then it's time for us to go home."
They drove back into Moab after leaving the park. It was mid-afternoon and Henry asked, "Do you want something to eat before we head out?"
He stopped for sandwiches and Polly took out her phone. It was getting late in Iowa and she'd completely lost track of time. Her first call was to the hospital in Boone. The nurses on the floor recognized her right away and after a few minutes of conversation she was talking to Sandi, Sarah's nurse for the day. Sandi assured Polly that Sarah was getting the best care she could and that though she was critical right now, there was no need to believe that she was going to die.
Polly took a deep breath and dialed Sylvie's phone, hoping to talk to Rebecca.
"Hi there, Polly," Sylvie said. "Lydia says that the two of you talked this morning. Are you cutting your vacation short?"
"If it were Jason or Andrew, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would. I don't know why I should expect anything different from you. You're going to take such good care of that little girl. Where are you?"
"We're still in Moab, but we're heading home. I suspect we'll be in town tomorrow night at some point."
"Rebecca will be glad to see you. And so will your animals. I think Obiwan misses you a lot. He drags Andrew into the office every once in a while, looking for you."
"He's a good boy. Is Rebecca anywhere near so that I can talk to her?"
"She's upstairs with Jessie. Do you want me to go up?"
"Oh, it's later than I thought. What are you still doing at Sycamore House?"
"There's a family reunion tonight. Jessie is watching the kids."
"I'll just call her. Thanks, Sylvie."
"I love you, Polly. We'll see you tomorrow sometime."
Polly hung up and dialed Jessie's phone.
"Polly! How are you?" Jessie said.
"I'm doing okay. How are things
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