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Authors: Ranay James
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Robert attending the service. He was not the one who killed Kyle, and he was Kyle's friend. However, she was relieved she did not have to see him during the services and suffer the mortification of having someone besides George see her crying hysterically alone in the pew.
Robert was heartbroken listening to her sobs as he stood in the long, sterile hallway. He wanted desperately to go to her, however, feeling it best that he hang back. If she needed him he would be there, even though the chances of her asking for his assistance were slim to none.
She refused to let him pay for the services, regardless of the fact Mr. Andrews, the funeral director, had already accepted payment from him. She demanded his money be returned immediately. Instead, she asked Mr. Andrews to agree to a trade for the charges. Agreeing, he accepted Kyle’s single vice, season tickets to the Dallas Cowboys football games for the upcoming season. Along with those tickets came a beautiful diamond broach Robert knew for a fact had been in her family for generations. He did not dare go behind her back again even if he did want to retrieve the family heirloom. He had asked Mr. Andrews to hold it for thirty days. Even he still had enough presence of mind to know that purchasing the broach out-right would push her way past angry. And if that were to happen he knew he would never be given the opportunity to apologize properly to her, even though, truthfully, he did not feel he had any reason to apologize. He had bailed her out at considerable expense to his bank account. She really should be thanking him. However, that was not why he did it, but if saying he was sorry was necessary, then he would say the words and mean them, only she wasn’t speaking to him.
He had tried to call and went by the ranch often to try and talk to her. She was not there much, but when she was, she had not come to open the door. She let the answering machine pick up all her messages even when he knew she was there. He figured she was sleeping.
Most of her days and nights were spent up at the hospital seeing to George’s recovery.
After a week Katherine was numb with exhaustion and past the point of clear thought. Yet, she knew as George’s only family, it was up to her to see to it he continued to receive the best of care. Losing count of the hours, she had no idea even what day it actually was and loathed to say anything, but she needed to try and clear her head.
Poking her head out George’s hospital room door, she asked the one person who always seemed to be there.
“Robert, what day of the week is it?”
He immediately stood and walked to the doorway. “Wednesday. Kate, please, will you just go home and get some sleep. If you won’t let me take you, then I’ll get one of my men to take you home. You’re asleep on your feet, Baby.”
“No. I cannot leave him alone. What if he needs something?” She shook her head. “I’m staying.”
“I am perfectly capable of seeing to his care, Kate. I will personally stand watch until you return,” he offered in earnest.
This was not the first request by any stretch. Robert thought she looked like walking death. Her eyes were darkly rimmed and he would swear she had lost weight and feared at any minute he would be admitting her into the bed right next to George. He hoped she would relent. Her answer was not any different than the previous two dozen attempts to get her to think about her own health.
She told him no.
All he said each time in reply was, “Yes, Ma’am.”
What else could he say? What he really wanted to say would only prove counter productive, and if he stood there much longer he would not be held responsible for throwing her over his shoulder and forcibly removing her.
She, on the other hand, wanted to whack the neutral look right off his face.
“Just go away and leave me alone,” she snapped back at him.
“Is that the way you really feel, Kate?”
“I never took you for an idiot, Robert. I
Robert was heartbroken listening to her sobs as he stood in the long, sterile hallway. He wanted desperately to go to her, however, feeling it best that he hang back. If she needed him he would be there, even though the chances of her asking for his assistance were slim to none.
She refused to let him pay for the services, regardless of the fact Mr. Andrews, the funeral director, had already accepted payment from him. She demanded his money be returned immediately. Instead, she asked Mr. Andrews to agree to a trade for the charges. Agreeing, he accepted Kyle’s single vice, season tickets to the Dallas Cowboys football games for the upcoming season. Along with those tickets came a beautiful diamond broach Robert knew for a fact had been in her family for generations. He did not dare go behind her back again even if he did want to retrieve the family heirloom. He had asked Mr. Andrews to hold it for thirty days. Even he still had enough presence of mind to know that purchasing the broach out-right would push her way past angry. And if that were to happen he knew he would never be given the opportunity to apologize properly to her, even though, truthfully, he did not feel he had any reason to apologize. He had bailed her out at considerable expense to his bank account. She really should be thanking him. However, that was not why he did it, but if saying he was sorry was necessary, then he would say the words and mean them, only she wasn’t speaking to him.
He had tried to call and went by the ranch often to try and talk to her. She was not there much, but when she was, she had not come to open the door. She let the answering machine pick up all her messages even when he knew she was there. He figured she was sleeping.
Most of her days and nights were spent up at the hospital seeing to George’s recovery.
After a week Katherine was numb with exhaustion and past the point of clear thought. Yet, she knew as George’s only family, it was up to her to see to it he continued to receive the best of care. Losing count of the hours, she had no idea even what day it actually was and loathed to say anything, but she needed to try and clear her head.
Poking her head out George’s hospital room door, she asked the one person who always seemed to be there.
“Robert, what day of the week is it?”
He immediately stood and walked to the doorway. “Wednesday. Kate, please, will you just go home and get some sleep. If you won’t let me take you, then I’ll get one of my men to take you home. You’re asleep on your feet, Baby.”
“No. I cannot leave him alone. What if he needs something?” She shook her head. “I’m staying.”
“I am perfectly capable of seeing to his care, Kate. I will personally stand watch until you return,” he offered in earnest.
This was not the first request by any stretch. Robert thought she looked like walking death. Her eyes were darkly rimmed and he would swear she had lost weight and feared at any minute he would be admitting her into the bed right next to George. He hoped she would relent. Her answer was not any different than the previous two dozen attempts to get her to think about her own health.
She told him no.
All he said each time in reply was, “Yes, Ma’am.”
What else could he say? What he really wanted to say would only prove counter productive, and if he stood there much longer he would not be held responsible for throwing her over his shoulder and forcibly removing her.
She, on the other hand, wanted to whack the neutral look right off his face.
“Just go away and leave me alone,” she snapped back at him.
“Is that the way you really feel, Kate?”
“I never took you for an idiot, Robert. I
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