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“What’s your plan?”
He walks over to inspect the bags, dumping out little juice bottles, Hershey’s Kisses, and tissue packets.
“The calvary is here!” Lauren shouts from behind me. I spin on my heel just in time to catch them rushing toward me and engulfing me in a big hug.
“Jeez. I see how I rate,” Broadie says behind me.
The girls giggle and swarm their father. “What’s going on?”
“Poppy’s mom lives at Hanover Haven. And they’re on quarantine because so many residents have the flu. I thought we could do something nice and cheer them up.”
“Oh, fun.” Lilly bounces from foot to foot, clapping at the idea.
“We’re going to make some care packages and deliver them with their lunches. I need you to help put these tissues, Hugs, and juices in a little gift bag and come up with something cute to write on each one.”
“I love that!” Lauren says. “Let’s take these gift bags into the art room and decorate them. We can fill them afterward.” She and Lilly dash down the hall, their arms full of bags.
Reaching for Broadie’s arm, I give him a gentle squeeze. “This is so incredibly thoughtful. But you know they aren’t going to let us in.”
“Oh, they’ll let us in.” Spoken like a true billionaire.
* * *
Several hours later, we arrive at Hanover Haven with the gift bags packed and ready to go. A large Cygnature Blooms delivery van is parked by the curb.
“Oh, I’m so excited,” Lauren gushes.
“Me too!” her sister chimes in.
Turning to Broadie, I put my hands on my hips. “So how is this going to happen? With the quarantine in place?”
He holds up a finger. “So little faith.” He chuckles before walking over to Porter.
My gaze lands on his two beautiful girls. They’re simply radiant standing in the midday sun. Yet, I have no doubt this isn’t the UV rays. It’s all him.
Broadie comes back to us, his arms laden in bright yellow garb.Wait? Is that?“All right, everyone. Time to suit up.”
“Are those gowns from St. Luke’s?” These look suspiciously similar to the isolation gowns we wear when entering a patient’s room who is under contact precautions, to both protect us, but also prevent the spread of germs.
“Yep.” He laughs, reaching into his pocket to retrieve several sets of gloves. “And once you have these on, I’ll help you with your headgear.”
Porter brings over surgical caps, N95 masks, and face shields.
“I look like a big banana.” Lilly giggles.
“This way, we’re protected, and so are they. There’s no reason for anyone to worry,” Broadie adds. It appears he’s thought of everything. Almost.
“Broadie, I appreciate what you’re doing. But those gifts are full of sugar. I’m sure some of these poor residents have dietary restrictions.”
“That’s where we come in.” A soft voice lilts from behind me. I turn to see the beautiful auburn-haired girl from SHAGBARK the night I met Kat for dinner. “Hi, I’m Tuesday. Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this, Dr. Weston.”
“You were the first person I thought of when coming up with this plan.” He grins down at her. She’s holding dozens of long-stemmed Gerber daisies. They’re bright and beautiful, just like the florist carrying them. “We’ll consider the area just outside of the front doors ground zero. If you can help gather the gift bags, balloons, and flowers we’ll need for each wing, we’ll hit them one at a time.”
“Of course. Oh, to see the looks on those little faces when you visit.” Tuesday beams.
We make our way into the foyer of the facility, and I nervously approach Jasmine, feeling like I’m starring in some epidemiology thriller.
“My lands. Is that you, Poppy?”
