Page 61 of Daddy's Little Farmer

“Pick a few names?”

“Oh, um, how about Spike?” he asked.

She looked at the kitty and shook her head. “He doesn’t like that one. Pick another.”

They went through several more.

“How about Max?” Alex asked.

The cat meowed, making her smile. “He likes that one.”

“Then Max it is,” Alex said. “I want you to shower, and then I’ll put bandages on the cuts on the bottom of your feet.”

“Is it bad?” she asked.

“It wasn’t good, honey. You had several things like glass, even a piece of metal. You must have been very upset to run on feet like those.”

She nodded and played with the cat’s paw. “I was.”

“Let’s get you in the shower. Walk carefully … if it hurts, I’ll carry you.”

She stood and gently put weight on her feet. They stung in places but did not hurt.

“I think I’m okay.”

“All right, follow me.”

They walked into a big bright bathroom, and Alex got a few towels and started the shower.

“Do you need help?”

She thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll get you something to wear. Call out if you need me.”

“Thank you.” She thanked God for sending her this angel because she had no idea where she would have gone. Now she just needed to get through the next few hours or days and all the decisions she had to make.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

She waited until the door closed and then started to undress. She gasped when she caught her reflection in the mirror. All her makeup the girls had spent so much time on was streaked down her face. She had dirt all over, and her hair looked wild.

She thought about calling the girls, but then their daddies would know and tell Rafael, and he was the last one she wanted to see.

She scrubbed herself a few times before turning off the water and grabbing one of the towels Alex left—that one she wrapped around her before grabbing the other one for her hair. This time when she looked in the mirror, she was scrubbed clean.

“I left a shirt on the counter,” Alex said through the door.

That’s when she noticed the dress shirt. She put that on and then started to dry her hair.

“Are you decent?”

“Yes.”

Alex walked in and stopped short for a moment.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Now, I can see you, and you’re beautiful. And I think you look way better in that shirt than I ever did.”

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