The Benedict Bastard (A Benedict Hall Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
When the lock clicked and the door opened, his mother fairly burst into the room, pushing past the doctor. She glowed with pleasure. She dropped the valise to the floor and crossed to Preston with her hands out. “Preston, darling!” “Mater,” he said, straightening, reaching with his own arms to accept her embrace, and return it. “How lovely of you to come all this way.” His voice was better than it had been, a little smoother, a bit more resonant. Oddly enough, though Dunlap was practically an antique himself, his hydrotherapy approach had helped a good bit with the scarring of Preston’s throat and lungs. The air here in Walla Walla was devilishly dry, but the steam of the hydrotherapy room was soothing, when he was allowed to go there. “Darling, I have a surprise for you!” Edith withdrew from his arms, and looked up into his face with a coquettish air. She put up her hand, and stroked his scarred cheek as if it were still the fine-skinned surface it had once been. “Oh, do tell, Mother,”
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