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CHAPTER SIX AFTER DINNER, Willow disappeared again. At first, Fiona didn’t pay any attention. She’d probably just gone to the bathroom. But when she didn’t come back, Fiona set down her book on the upholstered chair she’d been occupying a cozy distance from the crackling fire, and went upstairs. The doors to both girls’ bedrooms were open, Willow in neither. Only the bathroom door was shut. Fiona knocked lightly. “Willow? Are you okay?” “Ms. Mac?” The voice was high and shaky. “Are you by yourself?” “Everyone else is downstairs.” “My period started!” she wailed. Surely, surely, not her first one, Fiona prayed. “I left tampons in the basket on the counter.” “I can’t use them.” She was definitely crying. “They…they hurt. I never use them!” Oh, Lord. Fiona stood facing the door panel. “All right,” she said. “I’ll ask the other girls. Maybe one of them has a pad in her purse.” Otherwise, they might just have to go back to the rags
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 99 their great-grandmothers would have used. She decided not to mention that option yet. “Why don’t you just fold a bunch of toilet paper inside your underwear for now?” There was a pause, then a horrified, “Toilet paper?” Nope. Fiona definitely wasn’t saying a word about rags, or the interesting historical fact that women on the Oregon Trail had had to reuse them without washing when no water was available, and had dried them by hanging them on the back of the wagon. Diapers, too. Must have been a pretty sight for the driver of the next wagon in line. “I’ll be back,” she said. She paused for a moment on the stairs, looking at the tableau below her. Everyone was lounging, one group playing poker, a few reading or listening to music. They looked amazingly content, considering they were stranded here and not on vacation. Unaware of her above, John tossed a log onto the fire, raising a storm of sparks. For just a moment, she couldn’t help letting her gaze linger on his broad shoulders and—okay, admit it—the way his jeans clung to muscular thighs and butt. His shoulders were nice, too, broad and strong. Willow, she reminded herself. Continuing down, Fiona caught Erin’s eye. Erin had been reading, sitting on an area rug, legs outstretched, and leaning against the massive leather sofa. Troy lay on the sofa, eyes closed, headphones on, his fingers drumming on the leather. Erin stood and casually made her way over to the teacher. “Is something wrong?”
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JANICE KAY JOHNSON<br />
99<br />
their great-grandmothers would have used. She decided<br />
not to mention that option yet.<br />
“Why don’t you just fold a bunch of toilet paper<br />
inside your underwear for now?”<br />
There was a pause, then a horrified, “Toilet paper?”<br />
Nope. Fiona definitely wasn’t saying a word about<br />
rags, or the interesting historical fact that women on the<br />
Oregon Trail had had to reuse them without washing<br />
when no water was available, and had dried them by<br />
hanging them on the back of the wagon. Diapers, too.<br />
Must have been a pretty sight for the driver of the next<br />
wagon in line.<br />
“I’ll be back,” she said.<br />
She paused for a moment on the stairs, looking at the<br />
tableau below her. Everyone was lounging, one group<br />
playing poker, a few reading or listening to music. They<br />
looked amazingly content, considering they were<br />
stranded here and not on vacation. Unaware of her<br />
above, John tossed a log onto the fire, raising a storm<br />
of sparks. For just a moment, she couldn’t help letting<br />
her gaze linger on his broad shoulders and—okay, admit<br />
it—the way his jeans clung to muscular thighs and butt.<br />
His shoulders were nice, too, broad and strong.<br />
Willow, she reminded herself.<br />
Continuing down, Fiona caught Erin’s eye. Erin had<br />
been reading, sitting on an area rug, legs outstretched,<br />
and leaning against the massive leather sofa. Troy lay<br />
on the sofa, eyes closed, headphones on, his fingers<br />
drumming on the leather.<br />
Erin stood and casually made her way over to the<br />
teacher. “Is something wrong?”