Brenda glanced toward the kitchen and saw Jenny carrying a bowl of soup to Butch's study.
"Bobby, I'm a little tired. I'll leave you for the time being. I'm going back to my room to rest." Brenda said to Bobby.
"Okay, let me help you!"
Bobby quickly slipped from the couch to support Brenda.
This little fellow was barely taller than her waistline. How could he have the strength to support her?
But Brenda didn't want to discourage his eagerness to be helpful, so she reached out her hand and supported herself weakly on his small arm.
"Well thank you, Bobby!"
Brenda lifted her injured foot and hopped forward on one foot.
It took her only a few hops to reach the guestroom as it wasn't very far from the living room.
The little fellow wholeheartedly helped her along t
