Chapter 6
Somehow during the time I was talking to Lucinda, Robbie had gotten a death grip around my neck, so I stood up and carried him down the hall. I turned the covers back and laid him gently on the bed.
“It’s okay, Robbie,” I said, taking his hand. “We’re going to take care of you. My name is George. Can you say that?”
“George,” he said.
“Good,” I said, “and this is Mike.”
“Mike,” Robbie said.
“You already know Mrs. Hawkins,” I said. “Do you know Zeb and Zeke?”
He nodded his head.
“Good. Zeb and Zeke are very good friends of ours. In fact, they’re staying at our house in Florida right now.”
“Robbie,” Lucinda said, “do you remember Doc Jenkins?”
He nodded his head.
“Good, because he’s on his way here to take a look at you and make you better.”
I started to let go of Robbie’s hand and stand up, but he clutched my hand tightly and started to whimper. “No,” he said.
“You want me to stay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s okay, big guy,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”