He raised his eyebrow. âDid you eat it all, you little piggy?â
She laughed. âYou said I was a monkey.â
âThatâs right. So you stay in your bed and donât climb any more trees.â
She giggled again. âIâm not a monkey!â
âIâm just making sure.â Marc kissed her forehead, then got up and walked out of our bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him. âWhatâs wrong with her? She looks like sheâs lost weight.â
âI donât know. She came down with a headache then threw up at school.â
âDoes she have a fever?â
âNo. Itâs probably just a little migraine or something. It will probably be gone by tomorrow.â I put my arms around him. âIâm glad youâre home finally.â
âMe too.â He kissed me. âMore than you know.â Then he kissed me again. We kissed for several minutes.
I pushed him back. âYou did miss me,â I said playfully.
âSo, is the little one sleeping in our bed tonight?â
I knew why he was asking and it made me happy. âNo. Sheâll be sleeping in her own bed.â
âGood. Iâve missed you.â
âIâve missed you too,â I said. âI hate a cold bed.â
âMe too.â He kissed me one more time, then stepped back. âSo you made soup?â
I brushed the hair back from my face. âYes. It should be hot by now. Would you like some bread? I baked one of those frozen loaves.â
âI would love some.â
We walked back to the kitchen. Marc sat down at the table and I went to the stove. The soup was lightly bubbling. I turned the stove off, then ladled him a bowl. âSo how was Phoenix? Or was it Tucson?â
âBoth. They were both good. The economyâs hot right now, so these hospitals are pretty loose with their budgets. And the weather in Arizona is fantastic, blue skies and in the seventies.â
âI wish it was here. You shouldnât have to breathe air you can see.â
âYeah, I had a coughing fit the moment I entered the valley. We need a good snowstorm to clear it out.â
Around February the snow in Salt Lake is as dirty and gray as the underside of an automobile, and, too often, so is the air. The Salt Lake Valley is surrounded by the Rocky Mountains to the east and the Oquirrh Mountains to the west, so when a winter low-pressure front moves in, the pollution is caught inside until a big storm blows it out.
âI wonder if Iâm coming down with something like Charlotte. Yesterday I got up early to work out, but I didnât have any energy. I ended up going back to bed.â
âYouâre probably not getting enough sleep. What time did you come in this morning?â
âAround three.â
âI really wish you wouldnât drive so late. Itâs not safe.â Iset the bowl of soup and a thick slice of warm bread in front of Marc. âDo you want butter for your bread?â
âYes. And honey, please.â
I fetched the butter dish and a plastic honey bear bottle from the cupboard and set them both on the table next to Marc, then I sat down next to him at the table, my elbows on the table and my chin in my hands. âIf Charlotteâs sick tomorrow, can I leave her home with you?â
âI canât in the morning. Weâve got a company sales meeting at nine, then afterwards Iâm meeting with Dean to try to keep him from cutting my territory.â
âHow about the afternoon?â
âI can pull that off.â He squeezed some honey onto his buttered bread. âDo you think sheâll still be sick?â
âProbably not. But just in case.â
He took a bite of his bread, then followed it with a spoonful of soup.
âHowâs the soup?â I asked.
âYou make the best chicken noodle soup I know. Itâs almost worth getting sick for.â
I smiled at the compliment.