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She rolled her eyes. “Forget him, tell me the rest.”
He did, and she was moved by how the Chinese suffered. He told her about Dr. Crane and finished with how the Union Pacific Railroad tricked the Chinese miners. She was speechless for a few moments. “That’s unconscionable.”
He nodded. “Yes, it was and they were furious to find themselves in Rock Springs. Reminded me of the government’s broken treaties with the Native tribes. Promise something knowing it’s a lie.”
Regan was outdone, but pulled her mind away from the railroad’s atrocious actions. “I put all your mail in your study.”
“Thank you. I’m going to sit and enjoy being home. With any luck, no one will break a leg, fall off a horse, or get eaten by One Eye for the next day or two.”
“And I will leave you alone, for today at least. I’ve missed you. Been a while since I’ve made you run amok.”
He gave her a grin.
She paused at what she saw reflected there.
He stood, walked over, and picked her up. She laughed. “What are you doing?”
He carried her purposefully to his bedroom and set her down on her feet. “Time to run amok, Mrs. Lee. Kindly take off your clothes, so I can determine how much you really missed me.”
Laughing, she said demurely, “Yes, Doctor.”
Two days later, the school officially reopened and Regan surveyed the faces of her students. They looked skeptical, including Lucky the dog lying at the feet of his owner, Silas Taylor. She cleared her throat. “So, how did Mr. Adams usually start the day?”
Anna said, “He’d collect the work we did at home.”
“Ah.” Since there wasn’t any, she plunged ahead. “Then what?”
Wallace Jr.’s hand shot up.
“Yes.”
“We’d get recess for the rest of the day.”
His classmates snickered.
Regan smiled. “Since we know Wallace Jr. is pulling my leg, who can name the current president of the United States?”
Livy raised her hand.
“Livy?”
“Mr. Grover Cleveland.”
“Very good. Who knows the name of the country’s very first president?”
Livy’s hand went up again.
“Let’s give someone else a chance, Olivia, okay?”
She looked disappointed but nodded.
Regan looked to other children but no one volunteered to respond. “Silas?”
“George Washington,” he groused. “I’m nine years old, Mrs. Lee, why do I have to answer baby questions?”
Regan was thrown by that. “I’m sorry. What’s twelve multiplied by nine?”
He didn’t hesitate. “108.”
