Excerpt
from DANIEL McCLINTOCK:
Clara followed Kathryn [Daniel’s mother]
to the room next door. When she entered, she stopped and stared. Daniel wasn’t
a boy as she had imagined—he was a man her age or older. And, as handsome as
any man she’d ever met.
Kathryn introduced them to one another.
“You’re not serious!” Daniel’s glare
chilled Clara as he assessed her head to toe and back up. “You said a man was
arriving. You think I’m going to work with this… woman?”
He looked away and made a dismissive
wave with his hand. “Forget it and get her out of here.”
Kathryn offered Clara a helpless
expression then left the room.
Clara stepped forward, forcing herself
to assume her professional demeanor. She had faced this reaction before, but
this was so much more important. As much as she longed to help anyone in his
position, this man also represented her chance to establish herself in America.
“Daniel, I am here to help you learn to
walk again. I have a contract and have moved into the room next door, so you
might as well get used to having me here.”
His blue eyes were glacial. “I. Said. Get. Out.”
As if he hadn’t spoken, she continued,
“I have completed courses in nursing and mechanotherapy and have helped dozens
of people like you recover the use of their limbs. One of your workers has gone
to the rail depot to claim my trunks. Inside two of them I have equipment which
I will assemble here in your room.”
He threw a book at her but it landed at
her feet. “I am not letting you near me.”
She picked up the book, glanced at the
title. “Hmm, Tom Sawyer
by Mark Twain. I have wanted to read this. Thank you.” She laid it on
the washstand.
“Give me my damned book.”
She smiled but didn’t return the tome.
“But, you gave it to me.”
“You know very well I didn’t.” Using his
arms and hands, he pushed up higher on his pillows. “You deliberately misled us
by using your initials instead of your first name.”
She widened her eyes and blinked at him.
“Oh? I believe it is customary to use initials in business correspondence.”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Don’t give me that innocent expression. You knew we thought you were a
man—which is what you intended. I’m not having a woman working on me.”
Clara tapped a finger against her cheek.
“I was under the impression your mother has been working with you to insure
your leg muscles do not deteriorate. You were not averse to her and she is a
woman.”
“That’s different.”
“She faces prejudice because she is a
woman healer. I would think you, as her son who is aware of this, would be more
tolerant of other women healers.”
“What she does is entirely different
than what you supposedly do.”
“Not so. Each of us does our best to
help people. In spite of your low opinion of me, I am going to be helping you
for some time. I will be in early tomorrow to help you get ready for the day.
After breakfast, I will begin assembling my equipment. You will find it
fascinating. For now, good evening.” She reclaimed the
book and carried it with her.
He yelled after her, “Bring me back my
damned book!”
She smiled to herself as she walked to
her room. She thought she had come out best in that round. Tomorrow would begin
round two.