No Odd Numbers!

Lucien

He knew that it was possible to meet his wife that day.

Finally.

He had tried everything he could but the old doctor had perversely forbidden him from being allowed into the room where Proserpina was recuperating.

The doctor seemed to take a sadistic pleasure as he refused curtly every time.

Now, this morning, the old man had grudgingly said,

“Mrs. Delano is feeling vastly better. She will meet you.’

*

It had been Ria who had suggested the flowers. so, he had had truckloads of them delivered to the hospital. Camille, the wife of Tony Beston, had managed to get the blossoms into Proserpina’s room although the old doctor had been anything but pleased.Meanwhile, his youngest son was thriving.

A real fighter said the nurse in awe. Lucien had felt the pride of knowing that he had sired this little miracle. But he longed for just one thing now, to take his Woman in his arms, to crush her lovely mouth, to ask for her forgiveness.

He knew he had done the unspeakable by hurting her.

He