Winter Roses. Diana Palmer

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      “Now. How about a good movie on the pay channels? I was thinking about that fantasy film everyone’s raving about.” She named it.

      Ivy beamed. “I really wanted to see that one, but it’s no fun going to the movies alone.”

      “I’ll ask Mrs. Rhodes for some popcorn to go with it. In fact, she might like to watch it with us. She doesn’t have a social life.”

      “She’s married, isn’t she?” Ivy probed gently.

      “She was,” came the reply. “He was an engineer in the Army and he went overseas with his unit. He didn’t come back. They had no kids; it was just the two of them for almost twenty years.” She grimaced. “She came to us just after it happened, looking for a live-in job. She’d lost everything. He got a good salary and was career Army, so she hadn’t worked except as a temporary secretary all that time. When he was gone, she had to go through channels to apply for widow’s benefits, and the job market locally was flat. She came to work for us as a temporary thing, and just stayed. We all suited each other.”

      “She’s very sweet.”

      “She’s a nurturing person,” Merrie agreed. “She even gets away with nurturing Stuart. Nobody else would dare even try.”

      Ivy wouldn’t have touched that line with a pole. She just nodded.

      She was looking through the program guide on the wide-screen television when Merrie came in with a small, plump, smiling woman with short silver hair.

      “Hi, Mrs. Rhodes,” Ivy said with a smile.

      “Good to see you, Ivy. I’m making popcorn. What’s the movie?”

      “We wanted to see the fantasy one,” Merrie explained.

      “It’s wonderful,” came the surprising reply. “Yes, I went to the theater to see it, all by myself,” Mrs. Rhodes chuckled. “But I’d love to see it again, if you wouldn’t mind the company.”

      “We’d love it,” Ivy said, and meant it.

      “Then I’ll just run and get the popcorn out of the microwave,” the older woman told them.

      “I’ll buy the movie,” Merrie replied, taking the remote from Ivy. “This is the one mechanical thing I’m really good at—pushing buttons!”

      The movie was wonderful, but long before it was over, Ivy was seeing dancing colored lights before her eyes. Soon afterward, she lost the vision in one eye; in the center of it was only a ragged gray static like when a television channel went off the air temporarily. It was the unmistakable aura that came before the sick headaches.

      She didn’t say a word about it to Merrie. She’d just go to bed and tough it out. She’d done that before. If she could get to sleep before the pain got bad, she could sleep it off most of the time.

      She toughed it out until the movie ended, then she yawned and stood up. “Sorry, I’ve got to get to bed. I’m so sleepy!”

      Merrie got up, too. “I could do with an early night myself. Mrs. Rhodes, will you close up?”

      “Certainly, dear. Need anything else from the kitchen?”

      “Could I have a bottle of water?” Ivy asked. “I always keep one by my bed at home.”

      “I’ll bring it up to you,” Mrs. Rhodes promised. “Merrie?”

      Merrie shook her head. “No, thanks, I keep diet sodas in my little fridge. I drink enough bottled water at school to float a boat!”

      “You said you could lend me a nightgown?” Ivy asked when they were at the top of the staircase.

      “Can and will. Come on.”

      Merrie pulled a beautiful nightgown and robe out of her closet and presented it to Ivy. It was sheer, lacy, palest lemon and absolutely the most beautiful thing Ivy had ever seen. Her nightgowns were cheap cotton ones in whichever colors were on sale. She caught her breath just looking at it.

      “It’s too expensive,” she protested.

      “It isn’t. It was a gift and I hate it,” Merrie said honestly. “You know I never wear yellow. One of my roommates drew my name at Christmas and bought it for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t my color, I hugged her and said thank you. Then I hung it in the closet.”

      “I would have done the same,” Ivy had to admit. “Well, it’s beautiful.”

      “It will look beautiful on you. Go on to bed. Sleep late. We won’t need to get up before noon if we don’t want to.”

      “I never sleep past seven, even when I try,” Ivy said, smiling. “I always got up to make breakfast for Dad and Rachel, and then just for Dad after she left home.”

      “Mrs. Rhodes will make you breakfast, whenever you want it,” Merrie said. “Sleep well.”

      “You, too.”

      Ivy went into the bedroom that adjoined Merrie’s. There was a bathroom between the guest room and Stuart’s room, but Ivy wasn’t worried about that. Stuart was out of town and she’d have the bathroom all to herself if she needed it. She probably would, if she couldn’t sleep off the headache. They made her violently ill.

      She put on the nightgown and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was surprised at how she looked in it. Her breasts were small, but high and firm, and the gown emphasized their perfection. It flowed down her narrow waist to her full hips and long, elegant legs. She’d never worn anything so flattering.

      With her long blond hair and dark green eyes and silky, soft complexion, she looked like a fairy. She wasn’t pretty, but she wasn’t plain, either. She was slender and medium height, with a nice mouth and big eyes. Only one of the big eyes was seeing right now, though, and she needed sleep.

      There was a soft knock at the door. She opened it, and there was Mrs. Rhodes with the water. “Dear, you’re very pale,” the older woman said, concerned. “Are you all right?”

      Ivy sighed. “It was the chocolate. I’ve got a headache. I don’t want Merrie to know. She worries. I’ll just go to sleep, and I’ll be fine.”

      Mrs. Rhodes wasn’t convinced. She’d seen Ivy have these headaches, and she’d seen Stuart suffer through them. “Have you got something to take?”

      “In my purse,” Ivy lied. “I’ve got aspirin.”

      “Well, if you need something stronger, you come wake me up, okay?” she asked gently. “Stuart keeps medicine for them. I know where to look.”

      She smiled. “Thanks, Mrs. Rhodes. I really mean it.”

      “You just get some sleep. Call if you need me. I’m just across the hall from Merrie.”

      “I will. Thanks again.”

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