Appleberry pruned and planted and our home
blossomed like a great flower itself. Drake's
melancholy moods thinned until they were hardly ever
there, although once in a while he would become
pensive and thoughtful and wonder about his mother
and father.
The factory got off to a wonderful start. Logan
surprised me with his insight into marketing. He
traveled all over the country, setting up outlets, finding markets. It wasn't long before he was expanding
the work force at the factory, and people in Winnerow
were even prouder of the enterprise.
One morning, just after breakfast, the phone
rang and I answered it. "Ya'll betta get ya husband
right ova here," Fanny crooned. "Ma water done
broke."
"Who is it?" Logan asked.
"It's Fanny," I said. "You'd better warm up the
car. Her water just broke and she needs someone to
take her to the hospital."
"Heaven, I can't leave you now. You're
expecting any minute, too," he said. He tried to take
the phone out of my hand, but I covered the receiver
with my palm.
"Darling, despite all Fanny has done, she is my
sister and she has no one else."
"All right," Logan finally agreed, "but you're
coming with me. I don't want you left alone with only
the servants to rush you to the hospital. Besides," he
said, grinning, "all those hours in that Lamaze class
would be wasted. . . get your suitcase. You tell Mr. Appleberry to watch Drake. He always thinks it's a