Chapter 86

“I hope you’re hungry,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ve brought some of the best Italian food in town, and I’m not leaving until it’s all gone.”

John smiled. “I’m sure we can do something about that, can’t we, Mr. Madding?”

Jesse only nodded distractedly as he began to clear a place at the table for the food. Emma didn’t miss the reverent way he handled the books, as though they were something more than precious. He gestured at the chair beside the bed, indicating she should sit, then began unpacking the food.

“Do you think you can handle a little ziti?” Jesse asked John over his shoulder.

John’s smile followed her as she took a seat, and he reached across to pat her hand, his skin papery and dry. “And miss out on the best Italian food in town? Never.”

“Of course not. How silly of me,” Jesse said as he dished out the food.