Her gut whirled at the feel of the work calluses and tough skin of his fingers on hers. As if acting independently of her brain, her thumb stroked the rough flesh along the side of his. His fingers squeezed hers and her gut whirl became an F-5 tornado. “Mamie, this is Travis Montgomery. Travis, my grandmother, Mamie Bridges.” Her voice quaked with nervous energy. Caroline could see her grandmother’s stamina was beginning to sag. The blush on her cheeks provided the only hint of color. The years of cigarette smoking had taken their toll. Her lungs labored to draw in air. She rested heavily against the pillows behind her. Mamie really should be on oxygen, but knowing her grandmother, Caroline suspected Mamie had taken it off so she’d look better. No telling how long Mamie had been putting on her aren’t-I-doing-great routine for Patrick and Leslie. It was time to get this show on the road and more oxygen back in Mamie’s system. Travis grasped Mamie’s limp hand.
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