“I know what medicine means to you, Ted. I have some idea of the demands it makes on you. But never forget that you will have a wife who will stand beside you and will help you fight whatever battles come along. Just don’t forget to let her help you in the fight....”
Mrs. Craig knocked softly at the door.
“Come in, Marge,” Mr. Craig called. “We could use some hot chocolate.”
“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Craig said as she closed the door behind her. “I didn’t intend to break in on you quite so soon. But, dear, I’m worried. Jack is upstairs in bed. He isn’t feeling at all well.”
Mr. Craig tapped the heel of his pipe in his hand. “Something he ate for supper?”
Mrs. Craig shook her head. “No, it’s a cold, or, well, I don’t exactly know what. He has some fever.”
“How high a fever, Mrs. Craig?” Ted asked.
Mrs. Craig smiled almost apologetically. “Hardly any at all. His temperature registers just over ninety-nine. But he feels so bad. He says he aches all over.”
Ted started for the door. “If you don’t mind, Mrs. Craig, I’m going to take a look at him,” he said.