Cinderella's Sweet-Talking Marine. Cathie Linz

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      Ben didn’t have the heart to tell the kid no.

      “My Barbie works at the hops-ital,” Amy declared. “Where does your Barbie work?”

      “She’s a Marine.”

      “What does she wear?”

      “A uniform.”

      “Is she going to end up in heaven like my Uncle Johnny?”

      His gut clenched. “Not until she’s old and gray.”

      “Can she work at the hops-ital with my Barbie?”

      “Sure.”

      “Okay, then. You go first.” When he looked at a total loss, the little girl added, “Your Barbie talks to my Barbie.”

      “Hello.”

      Amy frowned. “You have to make her sound more like a girl.”

      “Hello.” His voice rose to a higher pitch.

      “What’s your name?”

      “Barbie.”

      “My name is Barbie, too. Let’s have lunch.” Amy sat her Barbie down at the table. “Do you have a pancake maker?”

      “No.”

      “There’s no mess. No mess at all. Amazing.”

      Ellie felt compelled to explain. “She saw an infomercial on the TV early one morning last week and it’s stuck in her mind like glue.”

      “The pancakes don’t taste like glue,” Amy said. “And there’s no mess. We don’t like mess. Mess can make my asthma bad. Does your Barbie have asthma?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “You should see a doctor. Some doctors can be nice.” Amy carefully rearranged her doll’s sundress. “My Barbie is a doctor. That’s why she works at the hops-ital. Okay, now let’s go for a drive. My Barbie drives, yours just rides along.” She kept up a constant monologue, meaning that Ben only had to say an occasional high-pitched “Yes,” or “No.”

      “Captain Kozlowski?”

      Ben looked up to find a fellow Marine and his wife staring at him as if he’d grown two heads. Ben dropped the Barbie like a hot potato and instantly rose to his feet.

      “I didn’t expect to see you here, sir,” Gunnery Sergeant Handley said.

      To which Ben replied, “I’m here with friends.”

      “I won’t keep you then. Nice seeing you, sir.”

      Ben nodded briskly and waited until the Marine and his wife were some distance away and out of his sight line before sitting down again.

      “You should have seen the expression on your face.” Ellie shook her head. “It really was priceless.”

      “I’m so glad I could provide the comedic entertainment for our meal this evening,” Ben drawled.

      “What’s com-dick entertainment?” Amy demanded.

      “Comedic means funny,” Ellie replied.

      “I can be funny. I can make funny faces. Want to see?” She rolled her eyes and scrunched up her nose.

      “Here’s your dinner.” Ellie moved the Barbies off the table and Amy put them on her lap.

      The meal went well and Ellie ate every speck of her huge steak, baked potato and fresh grilled vegetables. Amy ate most of her meal and didn’t insist on feeding her Barbies.

      “What about some dessert?” their peppy waitress inquired as she cleared their table of the empty plates. “Our specialty is Decadent Chocolate Delight.”

      “Sounds good,” Ben said.

      When the waitress brought the huge layered dessert, Amy’s eyes almost bugged out. “Can I have the cherry on top?”

      “Affirmative,” Ben said.

      Amy frowned. “What’s that mean?”

      “It means yes.”

      “What do you say?” Ellie prompted her as Ben handed Amy the juicy red cherry.

      “Thank you, Ben.” Amy gave him an ear-to-ear smile before leaning her head against his arm. “I like you.”

      His heart gave a funny thump and Ben knew he was a goner. He’d always been a sucker for those in need. He’d been that way since he was a kid and had seen a frightened kitten in the grocery store parking lot. A bunch of bigger kids had been trying to poke sticks at it as it frantically crouched under the Dumpster. Ben had fought them off and had rescued the kitten, bringing it home under his coat. He could still remember the way the little thing had stopped trembling and rested its head against his chest.

      Oh, yeah, he’d always had a thing for rescuing the underdog…or kitten. For helping the smaller or weaker inhabitants on this planet.

      Seeing Amy gazing at him with such appreciation at such a little thing as giving her a cherry brought out all his protective instincts. One dinner and already the kid had him in the palm of her hand.

      Ellie noted the strange expression on Ben’s face and wondered at the reason for it. She’d been impressed by his ability to recover from his embarrassment at being found playing with dolls by one of his fellow Marines. He’d been incredibly good with Amy all evening.

      That didn’t mean that Ellie should depend on him for anything other than his temporary company. If only she could get a little more on her feet financially, then they’d be out of the woods.

      On her way out, Ellie discreetly checked to see if the steak house was hiring any more servers, but they weren’t.

      The drive back home was uneventful. “Can Ben stay?” Amy asked as they neared their front door.

      “It’s already past your bedtime.”

      “I want Ben to tell me a bedtime story.” Amy tugged him into the apartment with her, taking him all the way down the hall to her bedroom.

      “Honey, Ben probably doesn’t know any bedtime stories. How about I read you Cinderella again?”

      “No. I want a new story.”

      “Let’s get you into your pj’s first and brush your teeth.” Ellie gently guided her into the bathroom.

      “Don’t go, Ben!” Amy ordered before closing the bathroom door.

      He waited in her girly bedroom, feeling like a bull in a china shop. The pink comforter had ruffles on the edges. A well-worn stuffed animal had a place of honor near the pillow while a small folded blanket СКАЧАТЬ