"Yes, thank you," he said. It wasn't a happy thing for him to have to rely again on others helping him with things that he preferred to do for himself, but he was wise enough to accept the help offered and to be grateful for it. By then, Andrew was coming back downstairs with Caprice.
"Sorry. I had to bathe her completely. She was a completely fouled up mess, and somehow it was even in her hair," Andrew said. He handed her to Ruby. "Here. I love babies, but I've had enough of this one for just two minutes, please." That made Angus and Marcus laugh.
"Go eat your lunch," Angus told Marcus and Andrew. "I'm sure the soup and the salad are both delicious. I know how these two cook." Andrew put a bowl of soup, a salad, a slice of the fresh soda bread and some of Simone's freshly made jam on the overbed table for Angus, along with a glass of iced tea.
"Eat something," Andrew told him and then he went to eat his own lunch. It was all delicious, and the girls each had a second bowl of soup. Angus had just a bit more than half. He was tired, and he was really starting to hurt. He got up and went out on the deck and sat down in the chaise outside in the sun.
Anise volunteered to clean up the lunch leftovers and do the washing up and Marcus laughed.
"Don't think you've fooled Angus for one moment that you're stalling," Marcus told her. "Go do your homework, and I'll ask Michael to take you tree climbing."
"Him?" she frowned. She knew he had gotten down into the well in Tuscany but she had also see Jack pull him back up.
"You have a lot to learn about Michael Tremaine, Squirt," Marcus laughed out loud. "I think I shall let him surprise you. I'm not going to tell you anything. You can find out for yourself. So, if you want to go tree climbing, I'd go do your homework." She and Ginger went outside to do their homework, taking the little radio with them.
Nigel arrived about thirty minutes early for his shift, and he had a big tin of warm chocolate chip cookies from Zoe.
"Soup is still hot if you're hungry, Nigel," Simone said. "Homemade mulligatawny, if that strikes you."
"Really?" he asked. "I haven't had that since I was a boy."
"Well, I'll dish you up a bowl," she said. "Sit down there, and I'll get it straight away."
"Where's Angus?"
"He just went out on the deck," Marcus said.
"Nobody gave him permission to be out of bed. What's he doing up, and what's he doing out there?"
"Sunning himself, it looks like," Marcus said.
"I'm gonna kill him," Nigel scowled.
"Well, then I won't tell you he was in Tuscany this morning," Marcus teased.
"Yes. In his pajamas, bantering with a demon. I heard. I'm gonna kill him again for that too," Nigel said. "He had no right to be doing that either. Robert could revoke this all and send him back to St. Mungo's, you know."
"Well, he could try, but he won't. And Angus wouldn't go anyway. Look the deck isn't more than five steps away, and the chaise isn't more than another five or six steps beyond. He's fine. and I'm right here," Marcus replied. "For him, I think he is actually behaving pretty well, all things considered."
"Eat your soup, Nigel," Simone said in a nurturing tone. "You'll feel better." Simone believed men like Nigel could be buttered up with a decent meal, and in her experience, it usually worked.