should.”
Doc Taylor almost fell over the table, then tripped on his case, and
ended up on his backside on the floor. He, just like everybody in the area,
knew not to piss off Sam Crocker. He pulled himself up using the side of the
table, while my father stood watching, growing angrier by the second.
”Mr. Crocker…I truly ain’t never seen nothin ’ like it.” Seeing that it wasn’t enough to satisfy
my father, he continued. “Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'll call Doc Macaphee over in Brown County, see if
he won’t come up and take a look.”
“I think that's the best I heard out of ya yet,” my mother said, and with that she got up and came to my side.
He and my father spoke for a while longer, then the doctor was gone. It was getting late, so everybody that was still at the
house—my parents and Sam Jr.—started getting ready for bed. No one asked for
supper that night. I know they were all worried about me. Mother came in to see
if there was anything she could get me before she went on to bed, but all I wanted
was to just fall asleep. I was so tired, my eyes shut as she was talking, and I
don’t even remember answering her. Sleep had already taken me, and the dream
world was slipping in.
I don’t know what woke me, but when I opened my eyes, Martin was
standing there with his hand extended in front of him, as if waiting for me to
reach for it. I started to say something, but like a flash, he had his hand on
my mouth with his finger to his lips letting me know to be quiet. He helped me
sit up. Then, he very gently put my blanket over my shoulders and picked me up
in his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder, and he carried me out of the
house. I couldn’t even hear his footsteps, because he walked like he was as
light as a feather, even with me in his arms. My mind swam with questions that
I couldn’t answer. I kept asking myself, where
are we going? Why is it that I can’t say no to this man? All I wanted at
that moment was for him to never let me go, to hold me so close that we would
melt into one. It wasn’t long until he sat down on a log out by the field, with
me in his lap. I looked into his eyes and felt a heat rise from inside me that
I had never felt, so intense that my mouth suddenly became dry.
“I have longed for the hour that I could return to you, Renee. There
are things I must know,” Martin said, looking at me passionately.
I rose in his arms, and kissed his forehead. How was it that in two
nights, I could want him so badly, maybe even love him?
“What is it that you need to know?” I asked.
"Would you leave your family for me?” he asked, pausing
momentarily. “Never to return?”
“Of course not,” I sat there stunned for a moment. “They need me, and I
love them more than my own life.”
“That displeases me so,” he whispered, frowning down at me. “Renee, you
will be mine even if it be against your will. I will be able to explain more of
my meaning in the next few nights. You will understand more of this…I promise.”
I put my hand on his chest, leaning back to look him directly in the
eyes and just as I started to protest, my body went limp and darkness was with
me once more.
*****
The next morning, I awoke to my mother standing over me, crying. Next
to her was a man I had never met.
“Doc Macaphee , what do you think is wrong
with her?” my father asked the unfamiliar man.
“To tell you the truth, Mr. Crocker, I just don’t know. I can tell you
for sure it’s not scarlet fever,” he
answered.
My father walked over and tried to comfort my mother, while the doctor
began removing items from his bag. “Myrtle, why don’t you go down and make the
doc and me a pot of coffee?” he asked. Her eyes quickly darted back to me, and
it was obvious that she didn’t want to leave. However, she was not the kind of
woman to question her husband’s wishes, so she simply nodded and slowly left my
room. My father then turned and watched Doc Macaphee