She came to his assistance. “Isn’t that better?”
“Yes, thank you. I forgot about yesterday’s troubles while I slept. How could I get so many sore spots when I only struck in one place?” he asked.
The nurse laughed as she inspected his chart. “How’s your head this morning?”
“Sister–” he grinned good humoredly–“that dome of mine has completely recovered. I am healing from the top down.”
She raised a shade and a ray of sunshine flashed across the foot of his bed. “Isn’t that better? It’s a beautiful day.”
He rolled and twisted his eyes until he was able to get a glimpse of a bit of blue sky through the window. His face registered great regret. “What a day for a two or three hundred mile spin, sister,” he mused.
Again she examined his chart. “Say, Mr. Joseph Tolliver Curtis,” she remonstrated sharply.
“Those who love me call me Joe,” he interrupted in a gentle voice as he watched with great interest and amusement the snap in her hazel eyes.
She disregarded the brazen hint and proceeded to reprimand. “It’s time for you to cut out this ‘sister’ business. I might stand for it once in awhile but you have a chronic case of it. You took a spin yesterday which is going to make us intimate acquaintances for some time.”
“Oh death, where is thy sting?” he interjected.