His Holiday Family. Margaret Daley

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       “I’m on the B team at the hospital. I work post-hurricane. I’ll contact work tomorrow morning and see when they want me to come in. There’s so much to be done. This house isn’t prepared.”

       He took her hand. “Get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll come over and help tomorrow morning first thing.”

       “Only if you’ll let me help you.”

       “I have hurricane shutters, which will cut down on what I have to do. Let’s get your house and your mom’s prepared first. There shouldn’t be too much to do with mine.”

       “I’ll have breakfast ready at 6:30. At least let me feed you before you work.”

       He squeezed her hand then dropped it and turned toward the steps. “You’ve got yourself a date. See you at 6:30.”

       Kathleen stood on her porch and watched him stroll down her sidewalk, hop into his Jeep and leave. As his taillights disappeared down the street, she peered up at the sky. Roiling clouds obscured the moon. It had begun.

       The next morning, using the electric screwdriver that Gideon brought, Kathleen secured a large board over the picture window in the living room while Gideon held it in place for her. When she finished with the last screw, she descended the ladder and stepped back. “I hope that will hold.”