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blanket and sheet and settled into the bed. Releasing her breath, she
    closed her eyes for a moment. This was where she was used to being every night, and yet,
    nothing about the bed seemed familiar to her. She opened her eyes and scanned the room in
    the fading sunlight. A dresser, a mirror, a table with a bowl and pitcher on it with a dry cloth
    hanging on the wal nearby, and the bed with a brass frame. The wal paper had a lovely
    pattern of blue flowers on a white background, which she admitted to liking as soon as she saw
    it. But then, why wouldn’t she? She probably had a part in picking it out.
    The door opened and she turned her attention to Dave as he entered the room. She had to
    keep reminding herself that he was her husband, so he had every right to be with her in bed.
    “You’re in bed early,” he said.
    Worried because she wasn’t sure why he was heading in her direction, she pul ed the blanket
    up to her neck despite the fact that it was too warm in the room. “I’m tired. Besides, the sun is
    setting. Don’t I usual y go to bed in the evenings?”
    He sat on her side of the bed, and she shifted so that his body wasn’t touching hers. If he
    noticed the way she pul ed away from him, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he said, “Usual y
    at this time, you’re doing some sewing. It relaxes you.”
    “Oh.” She’d take his word for it. It was a bit alarming to know other people knew more about
    her than she did, but she decided not to state the observation. Clearing her throat, she asked,
    “What do you usual y do?”
    “Talk to you while you sew.”
    “Then I’m disrupting the routine.”
    He chuckled. “No. There are days when we go to bed early.”
    She didn’t understand the suggestive smile on his lips so she opted to ignore it. “I don’t think I’l
    remember how to sew.”
    His expression turned serious, and he leaned forward to brush a stray strand of hair from her
    cheek. “You just need to be patient. I’m sure knowing how to sew wil come back to you in
    time, just like everything else.”
    “I hope so. I hate the thought I won’t get my memory back.” Just the thought of that happening
    brought tears to her eyes.
    “Hey, it’l be alright. No matter what happens, we’re in this together. Judging by how great
    supper was, I think you’l pick up sewing in no time. You seem to be able to do the things you
    did before.”
    Wiping a tear that slid down her cheek, she shrugged. “Maybe.”
    “The important thing is that you’re feeling alright. You’re not dizzy or nauseous, are you?”
    “No. I feel fine.”
    He lowered his head and gave her a soft kiss. “Try not to worry about it. It was a shock for al
    of us, but we’l get through it. Considering how many things could have gone wrong, we got
    lucky. I’d rather have you lose your memory instead of you breaking your neck.”
    Yes, she supposed that was a way of putting a positive slant on things.
    He stood up and went to the dresser. “I forgot to bring up the kerosene lamp. I’l be right
    back.”
    Once he was out of the room, she threw off the blanket and let the breeze coming in through
    the window cool her off. She couldn’t sleep with that blanket covering her for the entire night.
    She’d end up turning into a pool of sweat. Sitting up, she waved her hand over the back of her
    neck. It helped a little but not enough.
    She stood up and checked her reflection in the mirror with what little sunlight filtered in through
    the room. The nightshirt concealed her wel enough. She could probably get away with
    sleeping without the blanket over her. When she heard Dave coming up the stairs, she hurried
    back to the bed and settled into it, resisting the urge to pul the blanket back up to her neck.
    Instead, she rol ed onto her side so she was facing the door. Her arm fel over her breasts,
    and she brought her knees up. There. Now he couldn’t see anything private. She knew it was
    ridiculous to cover herself from him.