Midnight Under the Mistletoe. Sara Orwig

a more personal response. “Yours look terrific,” he added, confirming what she thought.

      “Thank you,” she answered, sitting behind her desk and starting to work.

      “This afternoon I’m going to Dallas to see my doctor. Hopefully, I can toss this crutch when I come home.”

      “You can return to your traveling?”

      “How I wish. No. He’s already told me that I’ll have to wear this and continue to stay off my foot except to get around the house. Still, it’ll be an improvement.”

      “Sure,” she replied.

      He returned to whatever he had been doing and they worked quietly the rest of the morning. When she left for lunch, he stayed in the office. In the afternoon, she read more Delaney letters, occasionally glancing at the great-great-grandson, continuing to wonder how he could care so little about his history.