I could practically hear Hazel's eyebrows waggling. "Speaking of Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Loaded..."
"We're not speaking of him," I cut in quickly. "Why are you both on the phone?"
"TV became boring, so Hazel brought me the romance novels I asked for," Mom said. "We're having a little book club meeting."
"Mom, you're supposed to be resting. Dr. Williams specifically said you need to take it easy."
"Oh, Maddie, I am resting. I'm lying in this fancy bed, surrounded by these incredibly soft pillows, while Hazel and I discuss whether the duke should choose the wallflower or the feisty redhead."
"The feisty redhead, obviously," Hazel chimed in. "She's got spunk."
I rolled my eyes. "As long as you're not overdoing it."
"Madison, dear, reading is hardly running a marathon. Besides, these stories
