“I feel like shit. My knee is swollen and painful. And these…” He waved one of the crutches.
“I think you’ll get by fine.” Pearl took hold of the wheelchair’s wheels. “Now, how about we enjoy dinner? I’ve made your favorite. Chad, you’re welcome to stay. In fact, I insist that you do as a manner of saying thank you, and don’t you even think of turning me down. I won’t accept.”
Rafael started for the porch steps. “I’d listen if I were you.”
Chad removed his Stetson, bowing lightly. “It would be my pleasure.”
6
Pearl knew her way around a kitchen and blushed as Chad praised the meal. Rafael seconded the sentiment, grabbing his third slice of homemade bread. The stuff he’d been served in the hospital had been less than appetizing; which made home cooked even better. And Pearl had gone all out. The conversation was almost nonexistent while they chowed down.