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Reluctant Rescue

... the floor, forgotten for the moment. She moved quickly beside him and gave him a drink. “Thanks,” he said. “How did you know I was thirsty?” “Gina told me you were when you woke up before,” she said. Her voice was low and husky and Laban thought he would like to hear her sing. He could listen to her forever. “What’s your name?” he asked. “It’s Andrea,” she told him. “My friends call me Andy. You can call me Andy.” “Are we friends?” he laughed. He winced from the movement. Her eyes changed color and became almost gray. He discovered they did that when her mood changed. This was her look of concern. “Are you hurting? I can call the nurse but she’ll make me leave.” “No, I’m ok,” he assured her. “I don’t want you to leave.” She relaxed. “Then we are friends. You’re my friend. I haven’t done anything yet to make you my friend but I’m going to.” “How can I be your friend but you aren’t mine yet?” “Well, you almost died for me. That means you’re my friend. I’ll always love you for that. I don’t want to embarrass you, but you’re my hero. You might as well get used to it. I haven’t done anything for you yet. I will as soon as I figure out what you need.” “Well, I need you to talk to me. What’s your last name?” He asked. “It’s Nordstrom.” “Are you Scandinavian?” “Yes, my grandparents came here from Norway.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Andrea Nordstrom. I like Andrea better.” “We’ve already met. Well I’ve met you. You were busy dying at the time so you don’t remember me. I’m so sorry, ...

... Laban,” she began to cry. “They took out your kidney and you’ve got a big nasty gash on your side.” He reached out and stroked her arm. “It’s not your fault, Andrea. You didn’t stab me. You didn’t cause any of this. Don’t worry; I’ve a spare kidney. The other one was redundant anyway. Pull your chair over here by my bed and read to me. I’m getting very sleepy.” She picked up her book and dragged the chair close. “What are we reading?” he asked. “It’s a book about money,” she said. “It’s called The Theory of Money and Credit by Ludwig von Mises.” “Are you a genius, Andrea?” “Yes, do you mind?” “Not at all, but why are we reading this?” “I’m going to be an economist. I need to know these things.” “If you don’t mind my asking a personal question, how old are you, Andrea? You don’t have to tell me.” She laughed. “I know I look very young, but I’m 22. I’m a second semester junior at the University of California at Santa Barbara. You can ask me personal questions, Laban. I’ll tell you anything. I know that you’re thirty. I like older men,” she smiled and dimples appeared on her cheeks. “Ok, let’s find out about money and credit,” he laughed. She read to him and he found the ideas in the book to be revolutionary and illuminating, but the sound of that husky little voice lulled him to sleep before she finished the second chapter. When he woke up again, his sister Sherry was with him. She noticed his eyes were open and kissed him on the forehead. “You gave us a big scare, dummy,” she ...