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halfway up the stairs again, this time carrying a tray

with a mug of hot tea and some biscuits.

"He wanted a cup," she explained. "I'll be right there to help put it all away," she added, nodding at

the bags of groceries we carried.

"We'll take care of it, Ma," Cary said, his jaw

taut with anger. "He's going to wear her out

completely," he told me as we watched Aunt Sara

continue up the stairs.

It wasn't a wild prediction. Uncle Jacob had a

bell next to his bed that he would ring about every

five minutes it seemed. He interrupted supper twice

that night demanding things from Aunt Sara. She

never uttered a word of complaint, she was so happy

to have him home, but it was apparent to both Cary

and me that she couldn't run up and down the stairs all

day and night. She wasn't even able to relax enough to

eat!

"Maybe you could get them to hire a special

duty nurse for a while, Cary," I suggested. "If your

family needed the money, maybe Grandpa Samuel

and Grandma Olivia would help."

"It's not the money. You know how my father is

when it comes to strangers in his house," he replied. "Then maybe we can get him to sleep in the

living room until he's a lot better," I said. "At least

your mother wouldn't have to go up and down the

stairs so much."

Cary thought it was a good suggestion, but

when he brought that idea to Uncle Jacob, he roared

with anger.

"Turn my house into a hospital, would you? I'll