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"Don't fret about that, we'll make out." George told him.
"Thanks George, I've realized these past few days what a good crew I got and the best of neighbors too." Lance told him. "Send Rusty over to tell Marty and Joe that we found her and that she's lost her memory, will ya? They need to know too."
"Sure thing, anything else?"
"No, not now. I guess it will be a long winter." Lance sighed.
George pat him on the back and smiled as he got his gear to take to the bunkhouse, "Who knows, maybe it won't take so long."
Lance realized once George was gone that he had a long hard road ahead of him. He had no idea how to handle things and he hoped and prayed he did things right. But he did one thing he wasn't used to doing, he got down on his knees and prayed that night that he could handle things well and take care of her and that she would get her memory back and get back to being his Trudy. He also thanked him for keeping her and the baby safe and for Weamer finding her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Three months passed and nothing changed with Trudy. She was friendly and sweet and flirted with Lance some, but he knew she wasn't back to normal yet, if she ever would be. He was worried. But he had to stay positive. He couldn't show her his disappointment.
He ached to touch her, stroke her, make love to her, and kiss her until she was mindless.
The one thing though that she did seem to remember was that she could cook. The first morning she went into the kitchen and began fixing breakfast, the boys ambled into the kitchen and waited for an invite.
She saw them standing around and smiled, "Would you boys like some breakfast? I'll be glad to fix you some."
"We don't want to bother you, ma'am."
"No bother at all." She smiled.
So that part of her life became a routine again. Lance was glad but he wished she would show some sign of recognition to him.
Helen came over several times, they sat and knitted together. Sally would often come with her. Trudy wasn't aware she knew how to knit but she picked up some of the yarn and needles and began as if she'd always done it. She didn't remember them, but they were so friendly to her, she loved visiting with them. Having other women might help her, she reasoned. She knew they were all expecting something from her, but she didn't know what.
"So how have you been?" Helen asked.
"Fine, thanks. I've been cooking for the boys here at the ranch. They really seem to enjoy my cooking. I'm glad I can do something. I feel a bit strange being here all the time. You know," she paused to think about what the doctor said, "The doc said we were married, but he doesn't sleep with me. Was things bad between us before I lost my memory?" she asked her.
"No, they were exceptionally good. That could account for you getting pregnant so soon."
"I don't think I've ever had a baby before." Trudy told her.
Helen looked blankly at her for a moment. "No, I don't think you have either, sugar."
"If he's my husband, why doesn't he kiss me?" Trudy asked her.
"Well, you've been through a lot, he probably doesn't want to rush you. Trudy," Helen laid down her knitting for a moment and stared at her. "You don't recall anything about him or the tornado?"
"No, nothing but waking up in some field."
"Weamer's field. He found you. Thank God." Helen told her. "I can't believe he took such good care of you and got you to the docs. Maybe we've all misjudged Mr. Weamer."
"I'd like to thank him again."
"Do you like living here?"
"Oh yes, I mean, I'm sure I will when they finish the house. It's almost done now, except for the front room."
"Can you tell me how I met my husband?" Trudy asked.
Helen looked uncomfortable. "I'm not sure I should. The doc said it is best if you remember on your own."
"Oh, did we have a long courtship?" she asked with a smile.
