Baby Twins to Bind Them. Carol Marinelli

and as she stood beside him he started to do up his tie. ‘Do you recognise anyone?’

      Candy peered at the image that he had been focused on. It was a group of nurses and doctors standing in the gardens at the rear of the hospital. It looked like a presentation had just taken place as some of the nurses were sporting medals. Candy smiled when she saw the long dresses and aprons that the nurses were wearing as well as their hats and capes. Then she saw just who it was that Steele was looking at. ‘Oh, my goodness, it’s Macey.’

      ‘It is indeed.’

      She had the same wild curly hair, though it was tamed by a frilly white cap. Her cheekbones were high and her lips, though smiling, looked a touch strained. Her cape was around her shoulders and Candy smiled at the red cross that it made on her chest.

      She looked incredibly young but certainly it was Macey.

      ‘Do you think she’ll come out of her depression?’ Candy asked.

      ‘Now I do.’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      But Steele didn’t answer her directly. ‘You were very good with her last night. I’m glad she had a drink and got up to the bathroom. How was she this morning?’

      ‘Still very quiet, but she had another drink and I made her biscotti, which she ate.’

       ‘Biscotti?’

      ‘Biscuits in warm milk, all mashed in.’ Candy smiled and then groaned as her stomach rumbled just at the thought. ‘Now I’ve gone and made myself hungry, I’ll have to have some when I get home.’

      ‘Did you feed her?’

      ‘I did.’ Candy nodded. ‘She’s very shaky.’

      ‘It’s all the new medications,’ Steele said, ‘and a lack of sherry, but it should soon start to settle down.’

      ‘How did you know that she was drinking?’

      ‘Because drinking is incredibly common in the elderly. Far more than people realise. It’s not all bad.’ Steele smiled. ‘Macey can’t ask her niece to get her four bottles of sherry a week, or however much it is that she actually drinks. At least it keeps her walking to the shops each day. I admit that I worry what will happen when my oldies all discover online shopping.’

      Candy realised she was doing her dental commercial smile at him again.

      He made her smile.

      ‘I’m going home.’ Candy hitched up her bag. ‘I’ll say goodnight because it’s night-time to me.’

      ‘Have a good sleep,’ Steele said, ‘and don’t talk too much.’

      ‘I don’t talk in my sleep.’ She smiled back at him. ‘At least, I don’t think I do.’

      As she walked off his deep voice caused her shoulders to stiffen.

      ‘Make that three things that I have to find out about you.’

      Oh, my God, Candy realised.

      They were flirting.

      More than that, she was considering revising her recently put in place rule—to never again get involved with someone at work.

      He was that good.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘CAN I HAVE a hand to turn Mr Worthington, please?’ Candy asked Elaine the following morning.

      She had slept all of Saturday and had then got up for dinner and gone out for a couple of hours with Kelly, only to be in bed by ten and asleep again in a matter of moments.

      And she was still tired.

      Elaine was very brusque and efficient and they soon had Mr Worthington turned. ‘Why isn’t his radio on?’ Elaine asked, turning it on. ‘Toby likes to have his radio on, especially on a Sunday morning. I wrote it down in his care plan.’

      ‘Sorry,’ Candy muttered as Elaine marched out.

      As bossy as she was, though, Elaine’s heart really was in the right place because Toby started humming a little as Candy shaved him and all too soon she found herself singing along to the Sunday morning hymns. It made Toby smile and his eyes encouraged her and he even started singing along to some of the choruses, which only made Candy sing louder.

      ‘Mr Worthington!’ Gloria popped her head in. ‘Your family are here to see you.’ She smiled at Candy. ‘They’ll be pleased to see him looking so cheerful. Steele was just having a word with them.’

      Candy quickly tidied up the room and moved the trolley out of the way as Toby’s family thanked Steele and then smiled at Candy as they made their way in.

      ‘Did you enjoy your little singalong?’ Steele asked when she came out.

      ‘Actually, I did,’ she said, ‘although I’m not sure quite what Toby would have to say about it if he was able to talk.’

      ‘Oh, I’m sure that, with the amount of morphine he’s on, your voice sounded pretty fantastic.’

      ‘Are you telling me that I’m tone deaf?’

      ‘Ooh, just a touch,’ Steele teased, but it didn’t faze Candy.

      ‘I’m going to sing louder next time.’

      They would have chatted for longer but Matron Elaine was back and ready to move things along. ‘Come on, Candy, we’re falling behind. I’ll help you with Macey.’

      Candy would really prefer that she didn’t.

      ‘Have fun!’ Steele said as Candy rolled her eyes.

      The strangest thing was, though, that Candy did enjoy herself.

      In fact, she had more fun then she’d had in a long time and so did Macey!

      ‘Good morning, Macey.’ Candy smiled as she pulled the curtains around the bed. ‘Would you like to have a shower?’

      Macey gave a slow shake of her head.

      ‘Well, Elaine and I will give you a wash in bed, if that’s okay, and we’ll give you some nice fresh sheets and things. Then I’ll do your leg dressing.’

      ‘I’ll do Macey’s leg dressing,’ Elaine said. ‘I need to practice my aseptic technique.’

      ‘Sure,’ Candy agreed, and then spoke to Macey. ‘Would you like me to wash your hair? We can do it in bed. I just need to take the bedhead off. It might make you feel a little bit better,’ Candy pushed gently, but again Macey shook her head.

      Elaine had everything set up on the trolley to wash Macey and she was busy collecting sheets and pillowcases for the bed change as Candy washed Macey’s face. She then offered her the cloth to wash her hands but Macey didn’t take it so Candy washed Macey’s hands in the bowl. ‘I’ll take that nail varnish off in a little while and do your nails.’

      ‘There isn’t time to do nails,’ Elaine said as she returned.

      ‘I’ll do it on my coffee break,’ Candy said as they turned Macey and washed her back. Elaine was starting to seriously get on her nerves. ‘I like painting nails.’

      Delightfully, though, as Macey was turned back from her side she caught Candy’s eye and gave her a tiny wink. This showed Candy she was coming back to the world and that Macey understood how difficult Elaine might be to work with.

      She returned the wink and soaped up the cloth again.

      ‘Would you like to wash yourself down there?’ Candy offered, so that Macey could wash her private parts herself, but both Candy and Macey blinked at the same time when a loud voice interrupted them.

      ‘No!’