Stephanie Bond – Baby, Drive South (страница 13)

Dr. Salinger sneezed violently, then smacked at something on her neck.

He winced. Maybe it wasn’t so glorious if you were allergic to freshly mowed grass and attracted mosquitoes. “God bless you.” He stopped and balanced himself to fish a clean handkerchief from his back pocket, then handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said, giving her nose a wipe. “Why do Southerners say that?”

“Say what?”

“‘God bless you’ after someone sneezes.”

He laughed. “Is that a Southern thing?” Then he shrugged. “I never thought about it. Didn’t mean to offend.”

“You didn’t offend me. I just think it’s curious how different people are, and how different the customs are in different parts of the country.”

She sounded so clinical, as if she were conducting a study. Little lady doc sounded…lonely. “Do you have family back in Broadway?”

“No.”

“Another part of the country?”

“No.”

An orphan. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” she murmured. “I was an only child. My father passed away when I was very young, and my mother died when I was in high school. But I was loved.”

Loved. Past tense. Porter’s chest tightened. And she’d pulled herself through college and medical school—impressive. “As much as my brothers and I butt heads, I couldn’t imagine a world without them in it.”

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