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"Pa, you shouldn't be sittin' up. Doctor says you gotta rest, so's we can go home."
"Tracy, dear, I won't be goin' home. I just don't have the strength, but you and Andrew need to leave Richmond now." His voice was tremulous as he insisted.
"Now, Pa," Tracy cajoled, "we been all through that before. I'm not goin' home or anywhere else without you. Think I'd leave you to those nasty Yankees?" She tucked him back into bed. "You rest. I'll be back with your supper, soon as I feed Andy."
"Tracy-Lou, I'm tellin' you I expect you to go with young Hamilton. Marry him, too, soon as you get home, if not sooner."
Tracy didn't reply. She turned and gave him a winsome smile. As she closed the door behind herself, she could hear her father grumbling and rattling through the drawer of the table at his bedside. Probably can't find some worthless official document.