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Heaven Sent Husband
By Gilbert Morris
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Chapter OneKetura Lindsey took a firm grip on the squirming bundle of fur she held in her right arm. The whiskered face of the Yorkie looked up at her eagerly. "Now, Bedford," she said, "you're going to have to behave yourself. This is a hospital and you're going to meet a very sick, young man. So you must be very good."
Passing through the front door of Mercy Hospital, Ket smiled at the silver-haired woman behind the desk in the center of the room. "What's that you've got there?" the woman asked cheerfully.
"This is my good buddy Bedford. I'm taking him up to see Denny Ray."
"Did you get Dr. Bjelland's permission for that?"
"No." Ket smiled. "I'm smuggling him in. You won't tell on me, will you, Mrs. Williams?"
Mrs. Williams smiled and shook her head. She had a special fondness for Ket Lindsey and she studied the young woman before she answered. Ket had ash-blond hair and blue-gray eyes set in a squarish face. Her fair complexion was marked with a few, almost invisible freckles. She was very tall, just under six feet. There was a strength in her and her face was marked by this strength rather than beauty.
"No. I won't squeal. Here, let me say hello. Hi, Bedford." She reached out and petted the head of the frantically wiggling dog who tried to get at her face. "No - no, you can't lick my face! All this makeup would make you sick." She laughed. "Go on up. Denny Ray will be glad to see you."
Moving out of the main lobby, Ket took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Passing by the nursing station, she stopped long enough to say, "Hello, Ellie. I brought a visitor to see Denny Ray."
Ellie Peck, the hard-nosed head of the station was thirty years old. She was short and plump with flaming red hair and freckles - and a worthless husband named Mack whom she was mad about. "What's that you've got?" She frowned.
"I brought Bedford to visit Denny Ray."
"That's against the rules."
"Oh, come on, Ellie!" Ket pleaded. "He gets so lonesome in there. And you know there's scientific research that shows it's good to have patients visited by pets."
"That's in a nursing home!"
"Well, if it'll work in a nursing home, it ought to work here. He'll enjoy it so much. Come on. Be a sport."
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt unless you get caught, but if Dr. Bjelland catches you, I'm out of it."
"No problem. I'll take the rap. Thanks, Ellie."
Ket moved down the hall thinking suddenly that she would soon be a fully fledged registered nurse. She had graduated college with a bachelor's degree in science and come to work at Mercy Hospital as a licensed practical nurse, but soon she would be registered and certified and a genuine nurse in every sense of the word. She was eager to complete this certification, but realized that at age twenty-four she was right on track.
Turning into room 417, she glanced quickly at the boy in the bed who was lying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. Her heart went out to him as it always did. Ten-year-old Denny Ray Kelland was a very appealing boy. He had fine blond hair, light blue eyes and did not appear to be sick. Ket knew that his heart problem was more severe than Denny Ray guessed, but as always, she greeted him with a bright smile.
"Denny Ray, I brought you a visitor!"
Denny Ray quickly raised his head. When he saw the dog Ket held out, his eyes lit up at once.
"Gosh! Is that your dog, Ket?"
"Sure is. His name's Bedford. Here, you'll love him." With this she tossed the Yorkie on the bed. Bedford never met a soul he didn't love or didn't want to lick. Before Denny Ray could put his hands up, the Yorkie had both feet braced against him and was licking him right in the face.
"Hey!" Denny Ray yelled. "You're going to swallow me!"
Ket laughed at the sight. "As you can see, he likes you. Don't let him drown you, though. Let me know if he gets to be too much."
But Denny Ray seemed delighted by the dog's attention. Finally, he grabbed Bedford and held him up. "Gosh, this is a great dog," he said. "What kind is it?"
"He's a Yorkie."
"He's not very big, is he?"
"Not very big! Why, he weighs a thumping seven pounds!" Ket smiled. She came over and sat down on the bed, then reached out and pushed Denny Ray's hair away from his eyes. "You need a haircut. I may do that myself."
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